They’re strong, thick, and covered in tattoos. They definitely belong to Knox. When I turn my head to the right, there he is, curled up in bed facing me. He’s not asleep, and he quirks a little smile at me when I look at him. I can’t return it just yet, but the relief that floods me is like a balm after the horror of that nightmare. Someone shifts on my other side, and I know it’s Priest, still in the bed where he was when I fell asleep. Gage and Ash are in the room too, Ash sitting cross legged on the floor, fiddling with something in his lap, and Gage in the desk chair, looking at something
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