Cracker’s POV
Steel gently kissed the top of my head, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. He’d been doing that all night, holding me and keeping me close, reassuring me again and again that Grace was fine, and she was safe with Prez. After forever and a day, I’d finally fallen asleep to his whispering words, only to dream about Jones and his goons, ripping Grace apart. I could hear Max’s bark in the darkness, only to come face to face with his bloody body and a laughing Jones, before invisible hands dragged me into the darkness...
That’s when I woke up to Steel’s gentle caress, and he calmed me down. He held me close to his chest until I finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. The next time I woke up, I was still in Steel’s arms, as he was sleeping against the headboard in what loo
