Chapter 46 The Man After My Life

• BAEKALIS’ POV
• I nipped at my bottom lip, wetting the plump flesh with my tongue. I shuffled on the bed, trying to get a better position so I could fall asleep.
• The room was getting hot, or maybe it was actually all in my head. The blanket was heavy, and it did its work of making sure the people underneath it — Cyrus and I — were warm. But in this case, it seemed the blanket was doing a too good of a job, because I could swear I was dying. It was too hot, and the blanket was making it worse.