Chapter 76 The Carry

• The drip from the broken pipe keeps time with his breath — rough, ragged, punched out through grit teeth when Knox shifts her weight higher against his chest.
• Ellerei’s wrists hang limp over his shoulder — the rope bite red and raw where his thumb traces soft circles like he could erase every cut she bled for him.
• Her head lolls against his throat — hair sticking damp to his jaw where the streak of white curls under his chin like a ribbon he’s never letting go again.