WebNovelNicolas9.21%

Chapter 7

“Will I ever be enough?” he whispered to the melting lump of rice and chicken. Twenty-seven years old and he’d never found anyone who could love him for himself. He wasn’t expecting love here, but it was hard to deny his heady attraction to his guest. Swallowing his self-pity, he hoped a stray tear didn’t make the soup as bitter as his thoughts.3

Nico clawed his way from the nightmare, the smell of brine and blood choking his breath. He coughed, and pain knifed through his chest. Damn. Why wasn’t he healing? The weight of pneumonia had lifted, but the lingering congestion sapped his strength. The crackle of the fire caught his attention and he smiled as he gingerly sat up. His host must have built up the fire again, a fresh log lying atop bright coals. The cabin felt warm and safe, something he hadn’t experienced in a long while.