I curled up on that soft bed Simon created for me and stared up at the ceiling. Days? I only had days to try to change his mind? I was confident that I could do it in a matter of weeks, but days was asking too much. I wouldn’t go back on my word, but I didn’t want to just die either. Argent was one solution to my problem, but I refused to hurt Simon or have anyone else Simon to get me out of my predicament.
I flopped to the other side and whimpered as my burn pressed into the softness. The creak of a floorboard was the signal I wasn’t alone. “You’re hurt.”
The words were a matter of fact and crackled in the air like a tangible thing. The bed shifted under his weight as Argent sat beside me. His hand glided over my burns and I winced at the action until a soft light like sunshine emitted
