#Chapter 83

Warren

Nuzzling into my chest she breathes in and out as if trying to catch air. I let her do that on her own. Because I know she can.

As per Aiden's instruction, I don't crowd her with my touch. I just hold her. She's the one touching my arm and my chest.

"Miles. He must be worried. I have to go home." As if her train is leaving she tries to get off my lap but I stop her.

"Let me take you home," I demand.

"My car..." Her coarse voice tugs my heartstrings.

"I'll have Tristan drive it."

Like a wounded bird she settles back into...