Callie’s POV
“You’re gripping his shirt like you think he is going to disappear, little mouse.”
The deep, rumbling voice broke through the heavy, velvet-draped silence of the room, prompting me to slowly pry my heavy eyelids open.
I found Raiden standing just a few feet away, the fierce, aggressive glow of his tattoos entirely faded to leave behind nothing but the warm, tanned expanse of his skin and the quiet, protective exhaustion in his amber eyes.
“I don’t want to let go,” I whispered, my voice sounding incredibly small and raspy in the quiet space as my white-knuckled fingers remained buried in the fabric of Nate’s crisp shirt, completely unwilling to surrender the physical anchor keeping me from floating away into the dark.
“You don’t have to let go,” Nate replied instantly. Res
