Narda's POV
It was nearly impossible to sleep. Not after such a heated encounter.
No matter how many times I turned on the bed, tugged the blanket over my shoulders, or curled into myself like a shell retreating from the world, his face still lingered at the back of my blank mind.
All I could think about was Axle.
The man I called Mr Knight had left a lingering kiss that distracted me so much that sleep eluded me.
I hated him.
I wanted him.
I hated that I wanted him.
His smile, though rare, felt like it had been crafted just for me. There were times I'd catch him staring… not for long, but long enough that I knew it wasn't my imagination. His eyes always shifted away too quickly. Sometimes to the floor. Sometimes to the side like he'd been caught doing something s
