I woke up deep into the night, my brows furrowed. There was a single night light on, and I looked around the room, my brows furrowed. I turned on the bed, and Knox was lying next to me.

He had put a bit of distance between us, his hand resting on the space between us.

My heart broke for him. The way he was lying in fetal position, his lips half parted, his eyes closed.

He still held the innocence he always had, but his face was battered, and the bandages were now a little stained with ...