ZANE
Tessa’s breathing was slow and even, her face was relaxed against my shoulder. For the first time in what felt like years, even if it had only been a week… I was home. Back where I belonged and back to her. I’ll burn the world for this… for her.
I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to wake her, but my body had other plans. My ribs protested with each breath I took, my stitched side burned, and my leg throbbed with a deep ache that even painkillers couldn’t drown out. f**k this.
I eased out of bed like I was sneaking past a sleeping dragon. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a warning and every shift of the mattress made me glance back to check if her lashes fluttered. Nothing. Thank God. She was out cold, oblivious, one arm was tucked in a sling and the other one was thrown
