Silent Protection

When Vaughn stepped out of the back room, his gaze instinctively drifted toward the screen. Not seeing Sloane's usual busy self, he hesitated for a second before walking over.

He found Sloane leaning over the coffee table, her head resting to one side as she slept. Her face was resting on the notes she'd been working on, her handwriting just as graceful as she was.

Vaughn walked over, stopped acro