Chapter 92
- Jenna’s POV
- The bed was cold when I reached over, and I knew instantly that he was gone. Again.
- I sat up, blinking the sleep from my eyes, staring at the quiet room that still held the weight of last night’s conversation. Nathaniel hadn’t said much after we’d finally laid down, but his grip on my hand had tightened in his sleep more than once. Every time I’d stirred, I’d heard the storm raging behind his silence.