Chapter 125 Coffee, Chaos, And Waiting Games

• The next morning rolled in slow and golden.
• Sunlight filtered through the blinds, streaking across the worn floorboards of the new safehouse. It was quiet, too quiet, which meant—for once—nothing was burning, breaking, or bleeding. Ellerei stirred first, her limbs stretching against the sheets still tangled from the night before. The ache between her thighs made her smile lazily.
• Knox was already propped up behind her, elbow bent, hand curled under his chin as he watched her.