She let out a small cry, and I leaned over the bed, planting my hand on the pillow above her. Her eye had bruised, and I let my gaze fall down her body, seeing more nicks and scrapes on her arms that hadn’t been there before. The tumble in the woods, the small fire, the fight with Taylor, and the fight with Alex… I couldn’t help it. I ran my hand over her hair, smoothing it away from her face as her nightmare played out and her body shook. I’d loved Emory since the moment I laid eyes on her when I was fourteen.
