Betty's POV

His voice wrapped around me like something warm and cold at the same time. I blinked again, trying to steady my breathing as the room came back into focus.

The dim glow from the lamp haloed the side of his face, casting sharp shadows across his jaw. He looked almost unreal sitting there. It felt like a dream. He was seated beside me, scribbling something under the dim lamp at night.

I swallowed. “What… what are you doing here?” My voice came out hoarse, ...