Narda's POV
A sound outside jerked me out of the shallow doze I'd fallen into on the sofa. For a moment, I didn't know where I was or what time it was. My head lifted from the cushion, eyes blinking against the warm, dim glow of the living room lamp I'd left on earlier.
I looked up at the clock on the wall, which read just past nine.
Nine o'clock at night.
Who knows if Axles is already home?
And then almost immediately I heard it…a soft engine sound pulling into the driveway, it was the familiar hum of his car, the crunch of tires over gravel. My breath caught in my throat.
Finally, he was home.
I shot up to my feet, rubbing the heel of my hand against my face. I'd been pacing this room for hours before exhaustion finally won. Hours of thinking, of rehearsing convers
