A Quiet Peace

~DONOVAN POV~

Mornings in London had a way of sneaking up on you.

Not loudly, not with the blinding arrogance of New York light that demanded you wake and start conquering something. London mornings eased in....gray, soft-edged, polite in the way only the English could manage.

I woke to the sound of rain tapping gently against the windowpanes and the even softer tempo of Valerie's breathing. She w