Chapter 54

“You can’t possibly be serious,” I say. “You want to leave me on this bed all alone?”

I expect him to laugh in that dark way of his, saying gotcha.

But I see it in his eyes.

He actually means it.

There’s no teasing glint, no trace of smugness or mischief. Just this unreadable flatness—like he’s trying to keep something buried under control.

I grip his hand. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Vesp