Chapter 154 A Clear Head

• Agnes
• Sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, illuminating Elijah’s dark eyes. It was morning. I was in bed, safe although terrified, and the house was just as it always was. Warm and cozy, embers still glowing in the fireplace, and not a cobweb or a skeleton to be seen.
• Elijah’s face hovered mere inches from mine, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands were wrapped around my wrists, pinning them to the mattress. Our bodies were pressed together, and despite everything, his weight was comforting.