She could not hate him anymore. Not when the thought of him dying hurt her so much.
What scared her most was not monsters. It was how much she needed him now. How much she wanted to matter to him as he mattered to her.
His smell filled her nose. Even with blood and sweat, he smelled like rain in the forest. Wild and scary and...safe. How can someone be scary and safe? Only Ethan.
Lydia wanted to ask what he was thinking. But why bother? Ethan never shares his thoughts.
Still...it would be nice to know what was in his head. Just once.
She held his waist better, trying not to hurt him. His muscles got tight, and she wondered if he felt her fast heartbeat. If he knew she was glad he was with her, even after everything.
By the time they saw the cabin, her arms hurt, but she
