Ruby’s POV
I woke to the smell of something warm again.
The fire had burned low during the night, but the soft heat of morning light spilled through the small cabin window. I blinked blearily at the soft flickers of orange bouncing off the wood walls.
Carter was already up.
I heard him before I saw him,moving around the cabin as quietly as a man his size could manage. His footsteps were soft but not silent. A scrape of a bowl, the creak of the door opening and closing fast enough to keep the chill out. Then, quiet again.
I sat up, slowly, my body stiff and achy but not sharp like it used to be. The swelling in my ankle had gone down. My side throbbed with every twist, but it was manageable.
The real ache was something else.
Deeper.
Softer.
The kind that came from sleeping inches a
