“You helped me through the grief of losing my father,” she said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Let me help you with yours.” She set the cloth aside and drew Jonas into the furs, curving her body against his. She whispered soothing things in his ear, caressed his chest with a soft, relaxing touch. But eventually, her movements stilled and her breaths fell to slow, rhythmic pulls. Jonas stared at her for a long time in the darkness. She sleeps without care while Ilías’s corpse rots. He wanted to wrap his hands around her neck, to squeeze the air from her lungs.
This is my first time reading lovers to enemies and I’m GRIPPED
