Chapter 857 Like Grim Death
- Posey
- “Um… what’s up?” Aris asks, scratching his head. He rounds the couch to look down at where I’ve withered away. “I’ve been looking for you for like an hour. I figured you went into town, but your sandals are still on the back porch.” He scans my body from head to toe, moving slowly up my bare legs before he meets my gaze again with a deep furrow of his brow. “Are you okay?”
- “I didn’t sleep well.”