Chapter Fifty-Eight
The morning sun broke through the clouds with a brilliant, rare clarity, bathing the bedroom in a warm, golden light that felt like a deliberate gift. When I opened my eyes, the heavy gray fog that had trapped the compound for days was completely gone, chased away by a crisp, bright breeze. For the first time in a week, my chest didn't ache with anxiety when I took my first breath of the day.
Jake was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, stretching his massive shoulders. The dark tattoos covering his skin looked beautiful in the early light. He turned around when he heard me shift beneath the blankets, a lazy, handsome smile spreading across his face as his smoky gray eyes locked onto mine. He reached out, his large hand tangling in my me
