After taking a quick shower, Liam climbed back into the bed next to her and stared down at her sated form and smiled. He itched to run his fingers over her skin, but she was in a dead sleep. After watching her sleep for days now, he knew she didn’t usually sleep well and assumed she probably hadn’t in fifteen years. Fear had chased her tail for most of her life, leaving her with one eye open and nightmares that shook the cabin. Neither he nor Jaden had mentioned it to her, but they had witnessed her restlessness on many occasions over the last several days. Some nights it appeared the hounds of hell were chasing her the way she moaned and writhed. But not tonight. Tonight she slept hard, her body fully relaxed, her breathing even. Liam glanced up at Jaden, who lay on the other side of her, facing him. “We are the luckiest fucking bastards in the world,” Liam communicated. The first thing the two of them had realized after Emma dropped into dreamland was they could now speak into each other’s heads.
