C8 Escapade

[Back at Hart’s hideout]

“Morning,” Myra yawned, rubbing her face against what turned out to be Hart’s chest. Daylight was streaming through the pale curtains. She was just where she wanted to be.

If only she didn’t have to wake up from the dream. Every moment with Hart had been so delightful and not hurtful.

“Slept well last night?” Hart ran his hair through her hair