((Dryden's POV on Callista))
There was a difference. Compared
to that first time he'd seen her sleeping, she was so much more at
ease.
Before, she would have worn the layers she did during the
day. She would have held herself still.
His eyes caressed her
form.
Her hair splayed around her relaxed, dreaming face.
She
had moved in her sleep; the sleeves and edges of her cobalt robe
fallen back to reveal her arms and legs, along with her bare feet and
hands. Myriads of the scars she so diligently hid from the world were
exposed trustingly to him.
Trust in her love.
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