Liam stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. He stood in the shadows for a moment, watching the way the moonlight filtered through the curtains, painting silver streaks across her pale skin. He moved to her desk and quietly pulled the chair over to the side of the bed.

Jenny's slim arms were folded across her chest, hiding her torso. Liam reached out, his hand trembling. With agonizing slowness, he lifted her arm, moving it away from her body. She stirred slightly, a small sigh escaping her lips, but she didn't wake.