C43 ICE FORTY-THREE: HAZE

THANE'S POV:

I wasn’t sleeping. My eyes had been closed, but my body knew the second she came into the room. I heard her soft footsteps padding across the floor, the careful pause as if she didn’t want to disturb me. I could almost feel her gaze on me, like a warm whisper brushing my skin as she watched me pretending to be asleep on her cramped couch.

Those roses under her bed haunted me