PERSE POV
I could not sleep.
Which was honestly a f*****g joke.
My body had no business still being conscious.
Not after the garden. Not after Ermes. Not after Kyan. Not after Richard. Not after the women, the pups, the blood, the screaming, the golden roots still pulsing somewhere under my skin like my bones had decided to become a second nervous system.
I should have been dead to the world.
Out.
Gone.
Drooling on someone’s chest, maybe. Hopefully.
Instead, I was staring at the ceiling above my bed like the ceiling might suddenly open its mouth and explain what the f**k we were supposed to do now.
Spoiler: it did not.
Useless ceiling.
Around me, my mates slept.
Or something close to sleep.
Aiden was at my back, one arm locked around my waist, his palm spread over my stomach.
