Prince Gallant

{Callan’s P.O.V.}

While we drove back to the hostile grounds of the Nightshade packhouse, Macy’s exhausted body finally gave out. She fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, her head resting gently against the cool glass of the passenger window. I sat beside her in the backseat, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest with overwhelming affection. Every protective instinct inside my chest roared