Chapter 69 The Threat In The Fog
- *Roxy*
- The midday light slips in through the curtains, golden and soft against the wooden floor. I stir beneath the covers, warm and wrapped in Leo’s scent. For a moment, I let myself stay there, tucked in the cocoon of his bed and the magic of last night.
- But then his hand brushes against my cheek, his voice rumbling low beside me. “Roxy, it’s time.”