Diara I was watching over him again. His familiar scent of pine, vanilla, and leather was intoxicating. The spell was complete, but even though Jane said it was successful thanks to my babies, Kennis still hadn’t regained consciousness, and Dove was still unable to communicate with Alistair. It had been two days. Oliver stirred on the couch. He had come to keep me company and brought me food. After we watched a movie, he fell asleep there. He stretched and sat up."Luna, you can go to sleep in your own bed, and I can watch over him," he said.A moment passed before I responded. "No, I'd rather be here. Jane...