Chapter 93

Kade

Abby fell asleep a little after midnight, curled against my side with one hand fisted in my shirt, as if part of her expected me to get up and leave.

I didn’t.

I lay on my back in Vincent’s guest room and listened to the wind come down off the mountain, and I didn’t sleep at all.

We had talked, the way I promised her on the trail. Not about everything. About enough.

She had sat cross-legged on the bed in one of my sweaters, her eyes still swollen from crying on the mountain, and asked me what I had felt while Aldric was talking.

“Sick,” I had told her.

That much was true.

“You’re not him,” she said. “You’d never take something from me without asking.”

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