Deborah’s POV

Deborah woke up feeling warm. It wasn't her usual silver fire, but a nice, human warmth. She was confused until she remembered: the cave, Erick telling her he loved her, and falling asleep with his fingers in her hair.

I love you.

His words played in her head. She'd pretended to be asleep because she didn't know what to say. Now, in the early morning light, she had to deal with it. And with what she felt for him.

She opened her eyes. Erick was sitting next to her, leaning ...