Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 112

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 112: The Morning After**

Time was slipping away, the hours fading into the soft embrace of night.

Silas carefully tucked Emma into her bed, his movements deliberate and gentle as he pulled the blanket snugly over her. The warmth of the fabric enveloped her, a cocoon of comfort.

“I won’t disturb you any further. Just rest well,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a tenderness that made her heart flutter.

As he turned to return to his beloved flower pot, Emma’s hand shot out, catching his wrist lightly.

“How long until you’re completely better?” she inquired, her voice laced with concern.

Silas brushed his fingers along her cheek, the caress soft and reassuring.

“When I bloom for the first time, I’ll be whole again,” he replied, his gaze distant yet hopeful.

That was only three days away.

A smile crept onto Emma’s lips as she closed her eyes, a sense of weightlessness filling her chest, as if a burden had been lifted.

As Silas’s figure faded from her sight, a delicate vine emerged from the pot, its tendrils reaching out and curling around her wrist.

Emma chuckled softly, her heart light as she stroked the vine. It twisted playfully, responding to her touch as if it were alive and aware, almost ticklish in its movements.

The following morning, still caught in the haze of sleep, Emma felt something brushing against her wrist, a gentle, persistent tickle.

With her eyes still closed, she tugged at it lightly, mumbling, “Silas, stop it… Let me sleep a little longer.”

There was no sunrise on the starrail; the absence of natural light left her disoriented, unable to gauge the hour without checking the lightcore.

Her sleepy protest went unanswered. The sensation continued, quickening in its pace against her skin.

Finally, she opened her eyes, and to her astonishment, a small, violet-black snake was coiled around her waist, its tail teasingly flicking against her wrist.

“Edric? When did you sneak in here?” she exclaimed, her heart racing with surprise.

She attempted to sit up, but before she could make any progress, the little snake morphed into a man, gently pushing her back down onto the bed.

“Emma,” Edric murmured, his tone tinged with hurt, “you called me by the wrong name.”

He gazed at her with eyes that seemed to carry a weight of emotion.

“I knew it. You think my beast form is ugly. You’ve found other males, and now you don’t like me anymore.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. How could I ever not like you?” Emma replied quickly, her voice firm as she wrapped her arms around him, hoping to reassure him.

In that moment, she realized how endearing Edric had become, his sweet, sincere nature shining through even as he pouted.

“Oh no. My dear Edric has learned to sulk,” she thought, her heart warming at the sight of him.

“It was just last night. Silas’s vine was wrapped around my wrist. I was still half-asleep and thought it was you,” she explained hurriedly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Her gaze drifted toward the table, only to find it empty.

“Where’s Silas?” she asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice.

Handing her some clothes, Edric replied, “Corvin took him to be watered.”

“What?” Emma blinked in disbelief, her brow furrowing. “Silas needs watering?”

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