Nico’s P.O.V.
She was absolutely stunning. A mixture of chaos and perfection as she lied there with her strawberry blonde hair fanned out over the white pillow while the morning sun came through the windows and gave it an extra sort of glow. Slight creases in her cheek from lying on her side while she slept, her one arm still draped over my stomach. A soft smile on her lips while she was still dreaming.
Holy.fucking.hell.
A mixture of chaos and perfection had never looked so darn beautiful ever before. I had won a small battle last night, the battle where my mate had nearly been taken from me. But I knew that the war was still raging on. And it would never stop until I would find a way to end it myself. And I knew now, more than ever, that being silent would not save me in the long run.
