Soren’s POV
I carefully laid her down on the huge king-size bed in the master bedroom, took off her shoes, and pulled the soft down comforter over her. Her breathing evened out, getting deep and steady. The drunk flush faded from her cheeks, revealing her natural, light honey-colored skin.
I was just about to get up and leave when a hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed my wrist hard.
"Don't... don't leave me..."
Her voice was slurred, heavy with booze and some kind of deep, raw fear.
I looked back down at her. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks.
She wasn't talking to me. She was talking to some ghost in her dreams, or maybe a past she couldn't get back.
But she gripped me so hard, like she was drowning and I was her on
