Second, half a heartbeat later: I don’t give a f**k.
And third, much slower, more of a stunned realization than anything else: I slept through the night.
No nightmares raked their talons over me. I didn’t jolt awake at three in the morning, with images of the light fading from Elena’s eyes still ricocheting through my skull. My skin is mercifully free of cold sweat, my heart isn’t racing, and not once did I try to reach out for the gun I keep in a bedside drawer in my penthouse half a city away.
I simply slept. Deep, dreamless, and whole.
Rae squirms against me in her sleep, murmuring something unintelligible. I look down. Her face is pressed into the hollow of my shoulder and her breath fans out warm and even against my skin. One of her legs is thrown across my hip. Her arm drapes acr
