Knox POV
I keep her against me as I climb off the bike, one arm tight around her back and the other under her thighs. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just clings to me like she doesn’t know how to let go.
Hex is waiting by the door when I step inside. She glances at Danielle, her expression shifting from mild curiosity to concern in a blink.
“I left some things on your bed. She good?” Hex asks.
I nod once, but I don’t answer out loud. I don’t have it in me. I carry her straight past them, through the hall and into my room. The moment the door shuts behind us, I head into the bathroom, keeping her close as I nudge the door open with my boot.
I reach for the taps, twisting them until warm water pours from the showerhead, steam already fogging the mirror. Sitting on the edge of the bath
