I didn't realize how long I had been standing there, staring at the mess of the cabin, until the sound of footsteps pulled me out of my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat.
Dalton was back.
He stepped through the broken doorway, his movements slower than usual. His bare chest was covered in scratches and smudges of dirt, his breathing still a little rough. I could tell he was exhausted, but his golden eyes still held that sharp, unwavering intensity.
He looked at me.
"Sit down," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.
I hesitated for a second before obeying, sinking onto the edge of the bed. Dalton crouched in front of me, his large hands carefully moving to check my injured leg.
I winced slightly as his fingers pressed around the sore area, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. His b
