“I meant what I said. About wishing I’d stayed.”
I smooth her hair back from her face, watching as her eyes slowly close. “Sleep, Astra.”
Within minutes, she’s breathing deeply, the alcohol finally pulling her under. I settle into the chair by the window, knowing sleep won’t come easily for me.
Tomorrow, she may not remember half of what she said tonight. But I’ll remember every word.
Chapter Seventeen
Astra
I wake to warmth surrounding me like a cocoon, my body more relaxed than it has been in weeks. Something solid and firm presses down on my back, and there’s a heavy weight across my hip that I can’t seem to identify.
My eyes flutter open slowly, consciousness drifting back like fog lifting from water.
Something’s different.
I’m warm—warmer than I should be, sleeping outdoors.
