Morgan POV
Libby is lying in my arms, fiddling with my necklace again, drifting in and out of sleep. My need to feel close to her got the better of me, and I needed her to ease my own mind getting lost in her and only being with her. She saves me from the fear I have. As well as distracting me from the new worries plaguing me.
"This is pretty," she murmurs, looking at Saint Christopher.
"Thank you. It was a gift from my mother when I left home. She said he would protect me." I trail off, stroking her hair.
"Well, he must have." She muses softly, drifting again to sleep.
"How do you figure?" I ask gently.
"You made it here to me." She manages to answer before falling asleep.
I kiss her head, pulling her more into me. I never considered it that way before, and I let sleep overtake me.
