Chapter 62 Avery

• AVERY
• “Princess…” Drake’s voice breaks through the grog, the room dark, with the only noise is the sound of his breathing. His hand caresses my hair, pushing it off my shoulder, and my stomach rolls with displeasure. “Wake up.”
• “Go away, Drake,” I grumble, shifting to my other side, wrapping my arms around the pillow and snuggling into it, inhaling the remnants of his cologne for comfort. “Whatever you need to say can wait until the morning. I’m tired and it’s been a long day.”