Chapter 41
Daryl’s POV
The room was too damn quiet.
I sat there on the edge of the bed, arms on my knees with my head down. And for the first time in a long while, I stopped fighting it. I let myself feel everything I’d been trying to shut out. I allowed myself to think of her without having to deal with Xere’s taunting voice at the back of my head.
Her scent still lingered in my pillow. Although it was faint, it was just enough to mess with my head every time I tried to sleep.
Ciara hadn’t been in this room since the morning she left. It's been almost a week.
Shit! The days had gone by so slowly, and every second without her felt like a slow kind of death. I kept trying to convince myself I did the right thing. I was right for walking away from her, just when she needed the distance
