EVELARA
My heart shuddered violently, making me still. My heart was thundering in my chest, yet I laid on the pillow, still. Too still.
How the hell did he realise? Was he even sleeping all this time? I was mortified.
His hand moved under the s**t—he didn’t grab me cruelly, but the strength was there even though he was soft and grounding.
“Don’t run,” he murmured against my hair.
My breath broke. Damn! I was caught!
“I wasn’t—” I lied. Didn't know why though.
“Liar.” He whispered again, almost as though he was smirking, enjoying this.
I forced myself to sit up, pulling the sheets around me. My body ached in new ways—ways that made heat rise unbidden to my cheeks. With all the courage I could gather, I turned to face him, only to be weakened again…
He looked lik
