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Slowly, Leonidas started coming to awareness. The darkness of the night had disappeared from the bedroom, replaced by the light of the day.

He’d slept through the night, and he’d slept without nightmares. Again.

His eyes found Daphne, who slept beside him. His forehead creased, and he frowned. It was her.

It was not a medicine Bridget might have made or Veronica’s sexual expertise or writing scrol