Chapter 64: Morning Thaw
The morning sun hit the pillows.
I opened my eyes to a miracle.
Victor was still asleep.
His chest rose and fell in a slow and steady rhythm. The harsh lines of exhaustion that had etched themselves around his eyes were gone. His face looked younger. He looked peaceful.
I lay there for a long time. I just watched him breathe. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I reached out and brushed a lock of black hair from his forehead.
His eyes fluttered open.
The gold irises were clear. The flat and dead look was gone. It was replaced by a sleepy warmth that made my heart stutter.
"You slept," I whispered.
"I did," he rasped. His voice was deep and rough with sleep.
He stretched. The movement was feline and powerful. The muscles in his arms rippled u
