Chapter Nine
I do not sleep well and I do not pretend otherwise.
I lie in the dark listening to the compound settle around me and I run my fingers across my lips like I can still feel him there and I tell myself I am done doing that approximately every four minutes until the sky outside my window goes grey.
My wolf is braced. That word keeps coming back. Braced means something is coming. Braced means she knows something I do not and she is preparing me for it the only way she knows how, by going quiet and still and solid in my chest like ballast.
I have learned to trust that signal.
I do not enjoy trusting it right now.
He knocks at seven. I am already dressed. I open the door and he is standing there with two cups of coffee and dark circles and the expression of a man who also did n
