ZINA
For the first time, when Zina woke, she still felt his body pressed to hers. Having just woken to a nightmare where she dreamt that Daemon abandoned her, her heart was in her throat.
But there he was, sleeping peacefully by her side.
It was a rare image of him, and Zina found herself wanting to trap the serenity of his expression in a time glass where it could never change.
Her eyes took him in, from his lashes that were exceptionally long, to his nose that was pointed with the kind of finesse that could only be expected from a god, and his lips that were set into a terse line even as he slept… lips that had of course kissed her into senselessness all night. It was painfully raw to watch him like that. Not when she was beginning to realize that there was a certain kind of different perfection about him.