CHAPTER 62
NAOMIIt was five a.m., and I hadn’t slept all night. I had been listening to Noah toss and turn in his bed before eventually just getting up. Something wasn’t right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there would be another battle today. And that something would go terribly wrong.
When I walked out of my room, Noah was standing in the living room, gazing out the window and watching the heavily guarded woods.
When he heard me, he glanced over and gave me a hard smile. “Couldn’t sleep?”
I frowned at him, seeing Ava’s bite, and stood by the window near him. “No,” I said softly.
I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the bite. It was so fresh, yet he had taken the bandages off of it already. I brushed my fingers across it, and Noah flinched.
“Don’t do that,” he said. “It hurts.”
