The night was not long, but it was agonizingly restless. Ada lay on the cavernous bed, trying to find a comfortable position. Her mind, however, was a frantic, agitated circuit. She should have been exhausted. She should have been filled with relief. She was free. She was safe. Yet, the proximity of Vidyut, the man whose ruthless pragmatism was now the sole pillar of her existence, made true relaxation impossible.