Namara's POV:

Waking up, the first thing I felt was an arm holding my waist firmly, and it should have comforted me but instead made my stomach twist painfully. His breath brushed the back of my neck, steady and calm, as though last night had meant something beautiful, and as though I hadn’t forced myself through it just to avoid looking suspicious, just to avoid giving him any reason to accelerate the plan to kill me.

I gently lifted his hand, prying his fingers off my waist one by one. ...