Chapter 199 First Blood, Last Breath Ch8

• After the alley, there’s no putting him back together.
• He’s in her place every night — sometimes before she even gets home. The first time she pushes her door open and finds him sitting on her couch, he’s got that same cold stare — but it’s warmer now. Hot in a way that soaks her right through her clothes.
• Tonight he waits in her bed. The city hums outside her window, and he’s propped against her headboard, shirtless, arms folded over his chest like he’s carved from some perfect, dangerous stone.