Chapter 77

-Katherine-

Darius was not lying when he said he found it hard to sleep. In the middle of the night, I found him standing by the window, the fireplace behind him burning and casting a beautiful light on him. He was half dressed, wearing only pants, but I could see the worried expression on his face. I could see the way he looked out of the window, as if something might come running towards the house and attack us. I sat up a little, watching Darius, seeing the pain in him and how tight his body had gotten as he held himself in a defensive position. He sipped a little from a wine cup, and I felt my heart ache at the sight of him. I knew there wasn’t much I could do for him. My father had been a fighter too, and my mother did tell me sometimes he could act "funny" when he got home. I never truly understood why until I grew older. Or maybe now was when I truly understood it. Now I saw it. I saw how much it changed you and how dark it made you. I felt so bad for Darius because I didn’t k