Warm light from the moon spills across her blankets. She’s asleep on her side, one hand tucked beneath her cheek.
Something in my chest twists painfully.
I step inside before I can talk myself out of it, staring at her in the darkness. The way the glimmer of moonlight slices over her.
The light to my darkness.
And then her eyes snap open.
She blinks rapidly before sitting up.
Blue eyes land on me, sharp and alert. “What are you doing here, Daltyn?”
Shit.
Reality crashes back in.
I take a step backward.
Then another.
“I didn’t mean—” My voice sounds rough. Wrong. “I shouldn’t be here.”
I turn toward the door.
I need to leave.Now.
Before she sees too much.
“Stop.” Her voice is soft, but it hits me like a command.
I freeze.
I don’t turn around. I can’t face her.
Sheets rustle softly behind me. Bare feet lightly move against the floor, bringing her closer to me.
Every instinct in me screams to run.
“Daltyn…”
My gaze stays locked on the door. Panic rises.
Don’t look at her.
Don’t look into those eyes that see too damn much.
“Look at me.”
I shake my head once, short and sharp. I can’t afford to. Not when everything inside me feels split wide open.
Gentle fingers touch my back, sliding up to my shoulders. One hand slowly moves to my jaw.
I flinch, but remain still.
It’s too much.
“Daltyn,” she whispers again. “Look at me.”
