Chapter 260

Lysandra

He was asleep.

His breathing was even. It made me relax as I looked at him.

At least, until I realized that he wasn’t asleep.

His breathing had evened out, one hand resting over the bandage at his ribs, the other still gently curled in mine. The moonlight slipped in through the cracks in the infirmary walls, painting silver lines across his skin. For once, there was no screaming. No mist. No blood. Only… silence. It was peaceful. A word that I didn’t think that I would be hearing anytime soon.

It was, however, fleeting regardless of me not wanting to admit it.

I didn’t know what to expect when I walked into his cell days ago and broke his chains. I didn’t know that I would be feeling something toward this. I certainly hadn’t expected to feel anything. Not like this. Not the weight in my chest that grew heavier the more I saw him hurt, and definitely not the warmth that bloomed when he looked at me like I was something more than jus