Amara’s eyes snapped open while the sky was still a deep, inky blue. Morning hadn't arrived yet; even the neighbourhood rooster was silent. Sleep had drifted away from her hours ago, leaving her alone with her swirling thoughts. For a long moment, she just lay there, the ceiling above her feeling impossibly far, the silence pressing on her from every side. She turned her head ever so slightly, and there he was—Lucas, sprawled on his side, his chest rising and falling in a slow, powerful ...