Chapter 232

• John’s POV
• She was so small, so fragile, curled up in Ethan’s broad arms. His arms wrapped around her as if she belonged to him. His chin rested on her hairline. Her whole face was buried against his chest; only a pale cheek and her trembling shoulders were visible. She looked like a frightened little animal that had finally found the only safe haven after a storm—pure, unconditional dependence and… longing.
• That kind of "body and soul" should have belonged to me. To me.