Waking up, Isabella shook her head groggily, trying to lift the fog that was clouding her mind. Staring at the clock on the wall, she realised she had been asleep for a number of hours, possibly even days. Awareness of her surroundings coming to her, she looked down at her hand to see it held loosely in the grip of the warrior, Riley who had fallen asleep against the bed, his head resting against the crisp white sheets, his hair falling over his eyes making her want to reach out and brush it away.
A soft knock on the door diverted her thoughts as she called out, ‘Yes?’ The door pushed open hesitantly and a young boy of about eleven years old stuck his head through the door, looking around before stepping inside.
Isabella stared at the young boy, her heart pulling at her, telling her t
