Chapter 48 The Light

• Knox’s eyes crack open slow — sun leaking through the busted blind she never fixes, striping her bare back in thin gold lines that catch on the sweat drying on her skin.
• Her thigh’s thrown over his hip — bare, soft, marked where his hands dug too tight when she clawed his name out of him in the dark.
• Her hair’s a mess — black strands and that streak of white ghosting his collarbone like a brand he’d wear forever if she asked him to.