Tony
I woke up with the kind of peace that usually only happens in the movies. The room was cold, but the spot where Myra was pressed against me was a furnace. I stayed still for a long time, just listening to her breathe. Last night hadn’t just been s*x; it had been a surrender. When she’d looked at the ink over my heart and finally stopped fighting me, it felt like the last ten years were just a bad dream I’d finally woken up from.
I watched the way the yellow street light hit the curve of her cheek. She looked younger when she was asleep—less like the woman trying to save a crumbling empire and more like the girl who used to hide in the back of my truck just to get five minutes of quiet. I felt a fierce, heavy ache in my chest. I’d have done anything to keep her looking exactly like t
