In the middle of the night, only the sound of steady breathing filled the room.
Eloise clamped her trembling hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the sound of her own horror. Her heartbeat pounded so violently that she thought Ainsley would wake up just from the force of it.
What the hell was I thinking?
She felt sick. The warmth of his skin still lingered on her fingers, the pulse of his life steady beneath her grip only moments ago.
Her breath came in shallow gasps as she struggled to process what she had almost done. Mica/Rain… was that what you would have wanted? Would you have wanted me to kill him?
Her entire body tensed as a cold shiver ran down her spine. Slowly, as if afraid she might startle a beast in slumber, she withdrew her hand from Ainsley’s neck. The air felt heavy,
