Sleeping Like the Dead

ROWAN’S POV

Vance sleeps like a man who hasn’t done it in years. Which, knowing him, might actually be the case.

His face in my lap, one arm slung across my thighs, the other tucked under the pillow I wedged beside him around hour three because my leg was going numb and I refused to wake him for something as selfish as blood circulation.

His breathing has been steady for six hours straight. He