Warren continued reading until he was sure she was asleep, the gentle rise and fall of her chest slipping into a rhythm that only gave the faintest pause when he closed the book and carefully set the tome beside the candle. He doused the light with a pinch of two fingers and then gingerly drew the covers up over her shoulders.
"Good night, Cot." Warren whispered with a small smile on his face.
"Good night, Cot." Warren whispered with a small smile on his face.
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