Emily
I hate feeling like a spy in my own space. Like, I hate it.
But when I hear someone rustling around in my room on my way back from the library, I just stay in the hall and peek through a crack in the door. Shivering all over like I’m the one doing something wrong.
And look, it’s not like Azriel’s doing anything wrong, exactly. We’re all in this together, and I’m really working to keep it so there aren’t any secrets between us—apart from the big one, of course. There’s no getting around the burn in my chest seeing him alone in my room going through my things.
Which is super fucking complicated. Because I love Az. Like, with my whole body and every inch of my soul. From the ends of my hair to the soles of my feet, vibrating, incandescent love. And yet…
It’s starting to get a little suffocating. His ferocious need to protect me from seemingly everything? It’s like I’m a bird in a cage. Every need met, adored in every way, but still locked the fuck up.