Only the glow from my bedside light illuminates the room when I slip inside. I half expect to find her in bed, but it’s still made.
“Hey,” she breathes, stepping from my en suite.
“Fuck,” I bark, lifting my hand to push my hair back at the sight of her standing in just my shirt with her bare legs on show, her braless tits pressing against the fabric. Her makeup-free face allows me to see what all the revelations of today have done to her. She’s so fucking beautiful, but she looks exhausted.
“Everything okay?”
“U-uh…” I stutter as my brain short circuits. “Y-yeah. Daemon just took Calli home. Nico left in favour of a hook-up.”
“Nice.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need me to tell you he’s a fucking dog.”
“Because the rest of you are total angels.”
“Me?” I ask, pointing toward myself. “I think you’ll find I was a virgin until I met you in that graveyard.”
“Yeah, all right,” she laughs, looking around the room a little awkwardly.
Closing the space between us, I wrap my hand around the side of her neck, threading my fingers into her wet hair.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
She blows out a long breath before dragging her eyes up to mine.
“Are we really doing this?” she asks quietly.
“We’re doing whatever it takes to keep you safe, Princess. Anything.”
She nods sadly.
“Come on, you need to rest.”