Chapter Eighty Six
Khalid POV
The feeling of Venessa’s body relaxed against mine was the first real peace I had felt in weeks. For a few quiet minutes, the heavy walls of her office felt like a safe haven instead of a prison. I kept my arm wrapped tightly around her waist, breathing in the scent of her hair, wishing I could just freeze time right here.
But the real world was still waiting outside these four walls.
"I have to get back to the team," I murmured softly against her head, reluctantly loosening my grip. "And I need to get a medic to clean up my hand before the guards start thinking I lost a fight to a piece of drywall."
Venessa looked up, a tiny, genuine smile touching her lips for the first time all day. "Go. Take care of your hand. I have a few hours of paperwork to finish
