#Chapter 110: Warmth

Evelyn I woke with the faint gray light of morning spilling through my bedroom windows, but the warmth of it didn’t reach me. The sheets beside me felt barren and cold. The first thing I thought of as I blinked the day into view was him. My body still remembered Logan’s touch, the way he had held me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world. My heart, traitorous as ever, had soared in his arms. Beneath him, I felt whole and safe for the first time in weeks. But as consciousness returned fully, so did guilt. In the cold light of day, it was even more obvious that I had made a mistake. What had I done? I pressed a hand to my chest as if I could hold the pieces of myself together. I shouldn’t have given in to him, not when the wounds between us were still so raw. Not when I felt things for him so acutely. I’d let myself forget the mistrust and betrayals. I’d let myself push aside them memory of how painful it had been the last time we had fallen apart. I