Jennifer’s POV
The fire popped in the hearth, sharp and startling in the heavy silence.
I sat stiffly in the chair, my knees pulled close, the blanket Jack had tossed over me twisted in my fists. My skin was clammy with sweat and rain, my hair tangled against my face, but I barely noticed. The run through the woods still lived in my veins, pounding through my blood as if my body hadn’t caught up to the fact that we had stopped.
Safe.
He’d said that word so easily. As if safety were something he could simply decide and it would exist.
My eyes darted toward him.
Jack stood by the door, broad shoulders filling the space as if he was carved into the frame itself. He hadn’t moved since we came in. His hand still lingered near the lock, though his eyes weren’t on it. They were fixed on not
