Midnight reckoning

Rowan

I sat in the dark for what felt like hours, watching Soren's chest rise and fall as he finally slipped into a fitful sleep. The tension in his body remained, even in slumber, his fists occasionally clenching as if battling invisible demons. I brushed a hand through his hair, hoping to ease whatever nightmare plagued him, but my mind was elsewhere, on the rage simmering beneath my skin, threatening to consume me whole.

He'd come back broken. And while I couldn't fix what had been done to him, I could make damn sure it didn't happen again.

He wouldn't be going anywhere without me anymore. Even if it was in hell, I would be there to protect him.

When I was certain he wouldn't stir, I carefully slid out from under the covers. My resolve hardened as I grabbed the gun he had once pressed into my hand.

 I tucked it into the waistband of my pants and slipped out of the room, my steps soundless on the hardwood floor.