Evelyn's POV

Evelyn’s eyes fluttered open for the second time since surgery, sunlight spilled across the quiet private suite she'd been moved to. The air was warm and humming faintly with the gentle beeping of a monitor. For a moment, she didn’t move, she simply just breathed, slow, steady, but with a strange sense of weightlessness drifting through her body.

A warm hand rested on hers, she blinked fully awake.

Damian sat at her bedside, leaning forward in a chair he had obviously ...