Mira Ashford POV
The moment my thoughts settled, I heard the door creak open and saw him step inside. I pulled in a deep breath that burned my chest as I stared at him. How does he always know I am awake? How does he always know my thoughts are circling him?
He did not speak. He shot me a cold look, sharp like a razor blade, then moved to the foot of the bed. He dragged a bag out with a rough scraping sound and came toward me.
He sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. He lifted the blanket from my body and, with fingers that did not hesitate, pushed my shirt aside without a single word. I did not resist. I stayed still, like an obedient corpse.
When he started removing the old bandage from my chest wound, the pull tore at my skin and a painful moan slipped fr
