Chapter Eighty Three

His long legs were stretched out before him, his hair a rumpled dark mop as his chin rested on his chest.

Katherine lay quietly looking at Jensen. His beard was think and black now. Long, silky lashes swept shadows across his weary face. He was wearing the same clothes as that morning. Or was it morning now? She frowned, the motion tightening the tape on her forehead.

Her arm ached as she touched the heavy white bandage on her head. Her palms burned slightly. Again she felt the splinters shooting into them, the fiery pain as they speared into her skin.

Jensen shifted in the chair. He straightened and whispered huskily. "Ah, sleeping beauty awakes" he said. He leaned over her, sleep still shrouding his dark eyes. In the muted light, a haggard, disheveled man looked at her with love. To Katherine. He was beautiful.

His hard mouth lifted wryly. "You really did it this time, Kitty Kat" he rumbled gently