Eve
I lay there longer than I wanted to admit, eyes open in the dark, waiting for the door to open again. For him to come back. Worried, despite myself, that something was wrong. That he’d changed his mind about the whole “same bed” rule. Or worse, that he was angry, or hurt, or…
I scoffed into the pillow.
Worried about Sage? After everything? Ridiculous.
But sleep didn’t come easy. I tossed and turned, my mind replaying the day in fragments: blood on my dress, his hand steady on the gun, the cold finality in his voice when he’d ended Alec. And then tonight—his promise about my parents, the way he’d held my hands like they were something precious. I didn’t fall asleep until the sky outside started to lighten, exhaustion finally pulling me under. And even then, I dreamed of footsteps th
