Erick’s POV

Morning light came through Deborah's curtains, making silver lines on her as she slept. Erick had stayed in his chair all night, watching her sleep restlessly after a nightmare woke them up earlier.

She had lied about it being just a dream. He felt her fear and the betrayal in her vision through their bond. He didn't push her to talk because she looked at him with suspicion.

Now, he worried that her suspicion would destroy their trust.

His bandaged hands hurt, reminding him of ...