I woke up feeling warm and safe, with an arm over my waist. It was nighttime, and Kellan was sleeping with me, his eyes closed and face turned toward me while he held me. I melted. He looked beautiful. There was no sign of the demon in him, and he looked angelic. His strong jawline, his perfect lips, his eyelashes that any girl would yearn for, and his cheekbones—I couldn’t help myself. My hand rose, and I rested my fingers over them, trailing down to touch the rest of his face. If he woke, he’d be startled, but I didn’t care. I almost wanted that.
I wanted to stop thinking and worrying about what was going to happen. I just wanted to be, and Kellan was in my bed with me. I wanted to just be with him.
As my fingers moved to his lips, it was caught.
His hand moved like lightning. He caug
