Chapter 522
- -Beth
- The morning sun hadn’t even risen, but sleep was impossible.
- I laid there for hours, tangled in Zade’s arms, the scent of blood and smoke still faint on his skin. He’d come home around three a.m.—silent, filthy, exhausted. He hadn’t said much. Just crawled into bed, wrapped me up in him like he’d die if we weren’t touching, and whispered that he was okay.