Chapter 41

Wren's POV

"Thanks," I said, my voice barely audible, husky from fatigue and something heavier I didn't care to name.

I mimicked his motion, placing the cigarette between my lips, though I'd never smoked a day in my life. It wasn't about nicotine. It was about pretending I wasn't on the verge of falling apart.

The sound of a lighter broke the stillness. Then his hand appeared-lean, strong fingers