CHAPTER 13: Waiting for the Hit
Nova’s POV
Alaric didn’t sleep that night. He sat by the window most of it. Knife in hand. Sharpening the blade slow. Back and forth. Back and forth. The sound was steady. Almost soothing. Like he needed something to do with his hands so he wouldn’t go out there and start the war himself.
I couldn’t sleep either. I lay on the bed. Blanket pulled up. Staring at the ceiling beams. Every creak outside made me tense. Every gust of wind sounded like footsteps.
Around three in the morning he finally put the knife down. Walked over. Sat on the edge of the bed. Didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at me.
“You’re awake,” he said.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
He nodded. Pulled his boots off. Shirt next. Left the pants on. Slid under the blanket beside me. Careful. Li
