Chapter 122

Vera

The side of the bed is cold.

That’s the first thing my brain registers.

The second: Declan’s asleep.

I hover in the doorway longer than I probably need to, purse slung on my shoulder, coat still buttoned up. The room’s pretty dark, except for the little pool of light from his nightstand lamp. He must’ve dozed off reading, his book’s open but face-down on his chest, glasses abandoned beside hi