Chapter 113 Grey

• ARYA
• The hush of the evening wrapped us like a shroud, the bedside lamp illuminating the room and casting gentle shadows on the walls. I sat perched at the edge of our bed, my limbs heavy. Daxton sat behind me with a brush in his hand.
• His touch was careful as he brushed my hair and undid the knots, but all I felt was emptiness. He'd bathed me, dressed me in his shirt, and yet... I felt like a ghost in my own body.