Emma Watson
I barely slept.
Even with Ray beside me, his warmth grounding me, my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that SUV slamming into us. I heard the screech of tires, the crash against the brick wall.
Benita had made her move.
And now it was our turn.
By the time morning arrived, I was already up, sitting at the table in Clara serving breakfast, staring at a cup of coffee that had gone cold.
I was beginning to miss Abel and Alex. It was as if Benita made sure they were away before striking.
I didn’t hear him wake up, but I felt him before I saw him.
“You didn’t sleep,” Ray murmured, his voice still rough from the night.
I glanced up as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He was shirtless, a fresh bandage wrapped around his arm from the wound Vincent h
