Chapter Ninety Three
Venessa's POV
The peaceful stillness of our early morning routine always had a way of making the rest of the world disappear, if only for a few hours. Sitting there on the living room floor with Khalid, the warmth of his skin radiating against mine and the steady, rhythmic sound of his breathing filling the quiet apartment, I had managed to convince myself that we were safe in our own little bubble. But the reality of our life was that the bubble always had to pop eventually. The city outside our windows was fully awake now, the morning sun casting long, bright streaks of light across the hardwood floor, and the clock on the wall was moving relentlessly forward. Today was a game day. And not just any game day—it was the second night of a back-to-back sequence against
