Lia pov.

Slowly turning around, I saw Moses standing there. I couldn't believe he truly meant it when he said he was keeping an eye on me. I smiled, not wanting him to suspect what I had just done.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked.

He stared at my hand and noticed the pillow, looking up at me. "And what are you doing?"

I glanced away for a moment, knowing I couldn't let him find out what I had just done. He was a troublemaker himself.

"I came to check on him. I know you might think I'm evil or bad, but I still care. You've got a soft spot...