Chadwick's POV
The hospital room had been a cage, but the house? The house was a sanctuary.
I sat in my wingback chair in the living room, the scent of expensive floor wax and Sarah’s floral perfume hanging in the air like a veil. My chest still throbbed a dull, rhythmic reminder of the shadow that had tried to put me in the ground but the pain was a secondary concern.
My primary concern was sitting across from me.
Danny.
He was tucked into the corner of the velvet sofa, his legs pulled up to his chest. He looked like something a Renaissance sculptor would have bled for. That blonde hair of his, almost curly and perpetually messy, caught the afternoon light in a way that made him look like a saint. But I knew better. I knew the heat that lived under that skin.
He was wearing this t
