Previous chapter:
Chapter 155: Hela and Aron
PREVIEW
... wrapped around his muscles like a well-worn blanket. For the first time in what felt like years, he hadn’t dreamt of war, blood, or cosmic nonsense. Just... silence. Stillness. Peace.
He stretched out lazily, one arm draping over the other side of the bed.
Soft. Warm. Woman!
His hand had landed on something smooth. Warm. Curved.
He smiled, half-asleep. Jean? Kitty? One of the girls had probably slipped in while he was out cold. Wouldn’t be the first time.
...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE