Chapter 79 Bruises Don't Always Fade
- The morning light seeped in through the curtains, golden and soft. It touched everything in the bedroom with warmth, but Ariana lay awake long before the sun had climbed high enough to reach her. Damien’s arm was still slung loosely around her waist, his breath even and steady against her shoulder.
- She stared at the ceiling.
- Peaceful. That’s what it should’ve felt like.