Chapter 25: No More Games

Noah’s POV

Ella slept, her breathing slow and even, but the bruise on her cheek burned in my mind. I sat for a moment, watching her face, feeling anger build until it hurt. How dare they touch her? How dare anyone lay a hand on a pregnant woman? I wiped my palm across my jeans and gently moved her head so it rested more comfortably on the pillow. I pulled the blanket up and smoothed it over her like I could fix what had been done. Then I stood and locked the door ...