KNOX’S POV
And Goddess, I have to stop just inside my own doorway, because that is the first thing anybody has done to my face all day that hasn’t cost me a drop of my sanity.
Her hair is still damp, curling dark at her temples. She wears my shirt, sleeves pushed up her forearms, her cheeks flushed warm from the fire.
She is so beautiful it physically knocks the breath out of me.
But that isn’t the thing holding me in the doorway.
Weeks ago, the woman standing in front of me used to make herself small whenever a door opened. I never told her I noticed.
It was a tiny, half-inch flinch, a reflex put there by a man I didn’t get to kill myself slowly.
However, she doesn’t do it anymore. And I don’t think she even knows it.
This morning, she stood in a hallway with seven bodies behind h
