Chapter Eighty-Five. Patience.
Chloe let out a long-lamented sigh as she exited the bathroom and climbed into bed beside Zander. It was unusual for them not to shower together, but tonight, after everything she had heard from Roma, and seen in her vivid visions, teasing and s*x was the farthest thing from her mind. Zander, forever the gentleman, had picked up that his mate had needed alone time, to process what she had heard and seen. He wrapped his arm around Chloe’s body, as she snuggled into his chest. His fingers gently traced the phases of the moon onto her soft skin, watching her tense body relax under his ministrations.
“Tough day,” Zander whispered.
“Yeah, and some. Sometimes I hate having such vivid visions,” Chloe said on another sigh. She had nothing but empathy for Roma,
