Chapter Sixteen — The Girl in My Bed

DiCaprio:

I haven’t shared a room since I was twelve.

Not willingly. Not ever.

Even then, it was because the roof caved in after a winter storm and flooded my entire wing. I lasted exactly one night before dragging a mattress to my father’s war room just to sleep somewhere quiet.

That was the last time anyone’s been this close.

Yet now—

I glance sideways.

Keya is snoring.

Not loud, not obnoxious. Just a soft, uneven rhythm, like she’s still halfway in battle even when unconscious.

It makes me want to laugh—and I do. Quietly.

She’s already out cold.

No guards. No...