“Sleep,” he urges. With the little energy I have left, I crawl towards Dax and York and settle between them both. Instinctively, I press my cheek against York’s chest, wrap my arm around his waist and snuggle into his side breathing in the lingering scent of his aftershave. Heady notes of pineapple and jasmine waft over me and I relax into the richness of his scent. “We’ll keep you safe. I promise,” he says passionately, brushing away the hair from my face and pressing a kiss against my forehead. We both know it’s his last attempt at convincing me that I don’t need to learn how to kill David.
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