Chapter 145

Betrayed by Blood~

Cain's room was dim, the moonlight buttered into the room, the curtains trembled as the air filtered through it. Avery lay on his bed, her legs tucked beneath her. She had his shirt on, the cloth hung loosely around her frame, swallowing her in his scent.

She had a towel wrapped around her head, drying her damp hair. She looked… soft.

Vulnerable, even. The sight of her made Cain's chest stir deeply—like an ache that tightened his chest and made him forget how to breathe.

Cain took a slow step forward, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His gaze lingered on the curve of her neck, the delicate rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. His shirt draped over her like a second skin, and it stirred something in him.

"Avery," he muttered.