Olivia stared down at his prone, heavy form for what felt like an eternity, her breath stabilizing in the quiet room. She watched the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his massive chest until the dark, suffocating velvet of the night finally began to crack, allowing the pale, icy light of dawn to creep through the grand arched windows.
Only then did she shift her gaze toward the heavy oak doors. Slowly, she stood up, smoothed the soft silk of her nightgown, and walked over to unlock the latch.
When she swung the door open, she wasn't surprised to find Leon leaning casually against the stone corridor wall, his arms crossed over his chest and a knowing, restless glint in his eyes. He had been waiting there all night, a silent sentinel in the dim hall.
Olivia offered him a sharp, highly confident smile. "I told you he would break out."
