Chapter 143

• Mason's POV
• We get back to the house, and I carry her up the stairs, cradled carefully in my arms. She doesn’t stir, not once, not even when I push open the door to the room she’s been sleeping in and ease her down onto the bed. She’s completely out, and honestly, I’m glad for it. She needs the rest. The stillness. The space.
• She needed it even before all this, after the weekend that ripped her open and left her raw and bruised.