“Okay. I’ll go rest,” he murmurs into my hair. He presses a kiss to my temple, his voice a rough whisper as he adds, “Thank you, angel. For caring.” I let myself cling to him for a moment, careful to avoid the wounds on his back. I do care. It scares me a little how much I care. It’s utterly terrifying to realize that my heart now exists outside my own body. But I meant what I told him in the car. It belongs to him now. It belongs to Ryland and Theo. And I don’t want it back.
