Lola’s POV

Sleep didn’t come easily last night. Every time I closed my eyes, Flint’s face appeared, the sharp way he looked at me, the moments his voice had softened, the memory of his hand holding mine in the hospital.

And then, almost as quickly, Morgan would push into my thoughts, his teasing smirk, his easy words, the way he had stepped in front of me when others tried to hurt me.

I tossed and turned, hugging the blanket tighter, but the two of them wouldn’t leave me alone. My mind ...