Victoria P.O.V
The sheets are cold on her skin. No matter how tightly she curls herself into a ball – how hard she presses her knees to her chest or how low she dips her head – the sheets don’t get warmer. A small part of her brain remembers to find amusement in the situation, Antoni always has run warm. So it makes sense that his bedsheets are eternally cold.
The sound of soft feet over floorboards reaches her ears and she tenses, all her joints locking and her breath stilling. A presence hovers over her. Her heart screams in her ears.
A low sigh fills the air, followed by a mumble of words she can barely make out.
“Damned fox.”
Antoni.
She lets go of the breath she was holding as her heart settles back to its normal slow and heavy pace. “You found me,” she mumbles lowly.