Chapter 42 Chapter Forty Two

• Skye
• Lying in bed with Mason’s arms wrapped securely around me, the thought of going back to my room felt like a prison sentence. His embrace was warm and protective, chasing away every bad dream and lingering doubt. My head rested on his chest, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothed me more than anything I could remember.
• “Mason,” I whispered hesitantly, biting my lip as nervousness crept in. “I… I was thinking... maybe I could move into your room?”