“Babe, you're awake.” The words came out smoother than they had any right to, considering my heart was hammering like a damn jackhammer in my chest.
I forced a smile, the kind that usually melted her right back into my arms, but today it felt fake as hell. Avela sat there in the bed, the sheet barely covering her, her eyes drilling into me like she could see straight through to the mess inside my head. The morning light hit her just right, making her skin glow, but those sharp eyes? They were anything but soft.
She furrowed her brows, pulling the sheet tighter around her chest as she leaned forward a little. "What were you going to tell me?" Her voice was still husky from sleep, but there was an edge to it now, like she was piecing together the fragments she'd overheard. The phone call
