CHAPTER 33

  Jasmine

  I looked at the moon through the window, it was late at night. A few more hours and the sun could peek through those opaque clouds like every day. The chilling winds were everywhere and even Lucien's arms around were not helping in subsiding the cold that thawed insides like a long burdening season.

  "I think you should sleep now, little one,'' Archer said leaning against the wall beside the window.

  "But I don't feel sleepy," I sighed out leaning further into Lucien's comfortable embrace, the couch placed beside the window never felt this useful before like today.

  "And why is that?" The question came from Micheal as he walked over and sat on the chair opposite us.

  "I d-don't know," I spluttered not exactly wanting to say the truth.

  "But we all know the reason behind your lack of sleep," Lucien stated.