ANTALYA'S POV

I watched Raymond's breathing even out into the steady rhythm of sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath the thin academy-issued sheets. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 11:47 PMlate enough that he should be deep in slumber. My body ached from the tight bandages wrapped around my chest, and the masculine clothes felt foreign against my skin. I needed a shower desperately, but I'd been too terrified to risk it while he was awake.

Finally, I thought, ...