Chapter 25 Pain and Self Blame

Aiyana’s P.O.V

Jerome slept for twelve hours straight.

It was the first time I had ever seen him unconscious—his body slack, jaw unclenched, no storm behind his eyes. He wasn’t the Black Beast, or the king of the underworld, or the man who executed with a look. He was just a man. A wounded one.

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