Chapter 117

• Zayne woke up next, his lashes flickering before he opened his eyes, hazy and still dark from the night before. He caught me staring at him, and a lazy grin spread on his face. “Morning, princess.”
• “Morning,” I whispered, my throat dry but my heart stupidly full. “You look beautifully wrecked,” he teased, dragging his thumb across my cheekbone.
• “Look who’s talking,” I shot back. His eyes crinkled in amusement, but he didn’t argue because we both knew they looked just as ruined as I felt.