Chapter Ninety Five
Venessa's POV
The morning sun felt heavy as it spilled across the bed. Beside me, Khalid was still fast asleep, his breathing deep and slightly uneven. In the quiet daylight, the dark line of stitches on his forehead and the harsh bruising along his ribs looked even more punishing than they had the night before. He looked like a warrior who had barely survived a war, and a familiar ache of worry tightened in my chest just looking at him.
But as I lay there watching him, a persistent, nagging feeling started to pull at me.
We had spent the last few weeks completely wrapped up in each other’s pockets. Between the intimate getaway at the resort, his intense game schedule, and the terrifying escalation of his rivalry with Julian, my entire universe had revolved around
