Chapter 89 A Kiss Before Ruin

• The city was still burning.
• I could smell it on the wind when the cracked window rattled against its frame, bringing in smoke and sirens. Somewhere out there, another explosion tore through the skyline. But inside the little safehouse bedroom, it was quiet. Too quiet.
• Jaxon’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath slow and uneven against the back of my neck. His body was a furnace behind me, his heat seeping into every inch of me, branding me in ways I knew I’d never recover from.