I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head at the image in front of me, because it was just so f*****g wholesome. Kian was hugging Cora to him, snoring just slightly, clearly in the deepest, most peaceful state of unawareness he’d been in for weeks—maybe even months. There was something about seeing him like that, so relaxed and so completely out, that made something tight in my chest finally loosen. He never let himself rest. Never allowed it. And yet, there he was, arms wrapped protectively around her like she was the anchor holding him steady in the middle of a storm he hadn’t even realized he was drowning in.
But it was Cora who made me laugh quietly, the sound slipping from my lips before I could stop it. She had kind of collapsed over him, half on and half off, her hand still burie
