Chapter 113 Shipwrecked & Spread Ch6

• The nights on the island feel endless. Hot wind off the waves, a sky so big and thick with stars she forgets what roofs and ceilings ever felt like. There’s no tent tonight — just driftwood smoldering in a pit and his mood coiling around her throat like a storm ready to break.
• He’s pacing by the fire. Bare chest, salt crusting his collarbones, eyes cutting to her every time she shifts on her knees in the sand. He’s in one of his black moods — the ones that make him mean and quiet and sharp.
• She knows how to fix it. Or maybe ruin it more — same thing when it’s them.