FINNIAN
My eyes blinked open to the faint light slipping through the tiny window of the cell. Morning. The air was cold, damp, and heavy, but that wasn’t what made my chest tighten, it was the soft weight lying on top of me.
I froze.
Her breath brushed against my skin, warm and slow, as her face rested against mine. She was still asleep, still snoring quietly like she hadn’t a care in the world.
Isolde.
How the hell did I end up sleeping besides her?
I frowned and tried to shift, but she stirred and mumbled something. Carefully, I slid my arm from under her and turned her on her side, meaning to put her down properly. But she didn’t let go, her hand tightened around me, like I was her lifeline.
I sighed, my jaw tightening. I wasn’t supposed to stay. I was supposed to make sure she
