Chapter 74

• A sob edged her lips and on impulse, Zheme's arms encased her, pulling her to his chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry okay...? You don't have to forgive me, but at least take good care of yourself." His hand patted her back, chin resting on top of her head. "Take care of yourself so I don't have to tell you to."
• Lexie wanted to push him away, she wanted to escape his embraced, but the warmth engraved within it stopped her. It was familiar, the way he held her.
• After all, he use to do it all the time, tightly hold her within his strong arms; when they slept and sometimes when he'd forcibly haul her into his lap.