Micah’s POV

It was such a relief ot see her. I looked at her, trying to calm the emotion that was running through me.

Fuck she looked alive and well.

I mean, there were some injuries on her as well as blood and dirt, but it didn’t matter.

The second I saw her, everything else disappeared. Dirt-streaked, bruised, blood at the corner of her mouth—and still, she smiled like the goddamn sun.

“Took you long enough,” she said, like I’d just shown up late to coffee.

I let out a shaky breath. “You’re alive.”

“Of course I am,” she said, like it was obvious. “You said you’d come.”

“I did.”...