KADE

All through the night, Belladonna stayed glued to me, even in her sleep. 

She had refused to go back to her room and clung to me like a koala. I had no choice but to go to bed with her, and she slept with her arms tight around my middle, her face pressed into my chest. 

I couldn't sleep. I stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts wandering. The look in her eyes when she burst into my room—that look of utter fear, like she was stuck in a nightmare, the tears that streamed ...