Thursday, February 23rd ~*~ 3 am
As had happened too many times to count the last few months, Daphne's eyes snapped open in the middle of the night and she was suddenly, heart pounding-ly, awake.
She eased from the bed and quietly approached the window, resting her forehead against the cool glass as she looked out at the dark landscape.
Where are you? Have you forgotten us? Me?
Harry had said that He had escaped and Daphne knew it was true, she'd felt his pain. Felt him cut the mental link between himself and the brides like a physical blow. She also knew that what she'd thought was love for her was nothing more than selfish need on His part. That every time Harry told her he loved her she felt like floating and that was a hundred times sweeter than anything He made her feel.
But still, deep down and hidden away, she missed him. He had held sway over her life for months, everything ultimately came back to Him and what she needed to do to be with him. She'd lied for him, seduced for him, eventually she might have done worse if his hold hadn't been broken - he'd convinced her that they could one day bring Harry with them and that would have meant... and Daphne knew she would have done it.
Her eyes closed as she pressed her palm against the window.
She dreaded his return even as a tiny part of her wished for it.
A light snore came from the bed and Daphne started. She'd forgotten for a moment where she was and that she wasn't alone.
"Harry," she whispered before drawing the curtains closed and returning to bed.