Chapter 93: The Line Is Drawn

Ella’s

Noah carried me into the room with an almost painful care, as if he genuinely believed I were made of fragile glass and would shatter under pressure. His arms were strong, steady, and incredibly warm against the deep chill that still seemed trapped in the core of my bones. He lowered me carefully onto the soft bed, taking the time to gently tuck a plump pillow behind my back so I wouldn’t strain my injured body.

His voice was a deep murmur, softened in ...