Hunter’s POV

I hadn’t slept. Helena’s body was warm beside me, curled under the sheets like she hadn’t a care in the world, but I’d been staring at the ceiling since just after midnight. I had come to bed after Grace got home, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt, the image of Max kissing Grace burned into my skull.

I should’ve gotten up, gone to the gym off the garage, worked out until the ache dulled. But I just lay there, the silence broken only by Helena’s breathing, the ...