*Violet.*
The vibrations below me made me squirm closer. Breathing deeply, I smelled him. Green eyes. Blonde hair. Full lips. Cronan.
*Yes, yes. Wake up, little one.*
I hummed at the term of endearment, lips parting as I felt his fingers on my scalp. Massaging. So good, I leaned toward his hand, groaning when he pulled it away. Come back. Keep touching me.
*It’s time for the bathroom break. Up.*
Blinking, I realized I was pressed into his side under his arm, my head resting on his shoulder, as he lay flat on his back. Blood. His shirt was covered in dried blood. I jumped up, pushing his shirt out of the way to find his bullet wounds had closed. Something that should take months to heal had closed up in less than a day. How?
I scrunched my eyebr
