CHAPTER NINE
The afternoon light had turned soft and golden, slipping through the half-closed curtains and painting warm stripes across the bed.
Amara lay on her back, one arm flung above her head, the other resting on Jace’s chest. Their breathing had finally slowed, matching the lazy rhythm of his fingers tracing circles along her bare shoulder.
The sheets were twisted around their legs, the air still thick with the smell of them.
Jace shifted, propping himself on one elbow so he could look down at her. A slow smile tugged at his mouth.
“What?” Amara asked, her voice low and sleepy.
“You look good like this,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “All messy and mine.”
She rolled her eyes, but a laugh slipped out, a soft and surprised laugh she hadn't expected.“Shut
