CHAPTER 45
Cain’s POV
The bedroom felt strangely quiet after Ava and Mara left.
The laughter they carried with them disappeared into the hallway, followed by the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut. For a few seconds, I simply stared at the closed door, my thoughts lingering on Ava’s smile longer than they should have.
A chair scraped softly across the wooden floor.
Grim carried the tray from the bedside table and placed it across my lap before pulling another chair closer to the bed. He watched me for a moment, his weathered face unreadable, then reached behind my back to adjust the pillows.
“Sit forward.”
I obeyed with a low grunt.
The fresh stab wound protested immediately, sending a dull ache across my side.
Grim supported my shoulder while stuffing another pillow behind
