Bab 379: Haunting Scribbles

When her hand fell against the cool mattresses, Daphne sat up in a startle. She hadn't even noticed that she had fallen asleep, much less her companion had left her in the middle of the night. 

The activities of the last couple of hours had left her body sore and aching beyond belief. Perhaps it wasn't too good for her to leave her husband without release for so long― he would just turn into a savage beast afterward. Her hips were paying the price, but it was a welcome ache. She had missed lovemaking with her husband for too long.

"Atticus?" she hazily called out, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she scanned the room. The windows were left open, allowing the cool breeze to blow into the room, causing the sheer curtains to dance. However, there was no sign of Atticus.