Chapter 10She dreamed of darkness.
Not the vague shadows of dusk. Not the vacuum of nothingness. This was the solid absence of light in the company of solid shape, all encompassing, all enwrapped. It wasn’t frightening. On the contrary, Emma took comfort in the darkness that held her in its embrace. It smelled of Jesse’s body wash, of Gideon’s cologne. Arms belonging to both men cradled her, and she burrowed into skin she knew as well as her own.
Somewhere out there, light might exist. Emma knew that all it would take to find it would be to abandon what she knew and search, but she had neither the drive nor the inclination to do so. Light was often deceptive. It promised answers, or at the very least, peace, but that wasn’t always the case. And she knew from the years of experience that
