CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The cabin feels too quiet, the kind of silence that echoes against my ribs. I stretch across the creaky bed, the scent of pine and wood smoke clinging to the air. Ethan's face swims behind my eyelids as I drift, his smile a promise of something wild and untamed.
"Can't sleep, Ava?" he teases, standing at the foot of my bed, bathed in moonlight. His voice is a melody that tugs at my heartstrings, a song I can't help but sway to.
"Never could, not without you here," I admit, my voice a whisper lost in the vastness of my longing.
He steps closer, the floorboards protesting beneath him. "Let me help with that," he murmurs, and there's a warmth in his blue eyes that makes my breath catch.
"Is this a dream?" I ask, even though I know it must be. Ethan's been gone for mon
