Nina
“I’m not leaving you, Jaxon,” I whisper to him, even though he’s unconscious. “Not now. Not ever.”
Griffin walks over and places a hand on my shoulder. “I know. We’re gonna get through this. Together.”
And for the first time in what feels like forever, I believe him.
*
It’s two in the morning. I can tell by the way the room’s gone still. No noise outside, not even the hum of passing cars. It feels too quiet, like the whole world’s holding its breath.
Griffin stands by the door, his hand on the handle, looking like he’s debating leaving. I know he’s got to go back. The family’s gonna start wondering where we are. Hell, I’m probably already in enough trouble for running off in the first place.
“Griff, you need to go home,” I mutter, my voice hoarse from lack of sleep, my throat t
