Kai stirred awake to the soft gray of dawn filtering through the curtains. His body felt heavy, drained, and his chest was still tight with the remnants of fever. But what jolted him most wasn’t the dull ache in his muscles, it was the unfamiliar weight resting lightly on him.
He turned his head slightly, and the sight before him nearly unraveled him from the inside out.
Abigail.
She was curled against him, as if she had forced herself to fit in the narrow couch where he was. Her head was resting just above his chest, her arm caught loosely across him, her breath fanning lightly against his skin. The way she slept...unguarded, trusting, unknowing, was more than he deserved, and yet he couldn’t look away.
He had never seen her so close in a long while, so still, without anger lining her
