Chapter 240 Swoop In

• Hannah
• Noah held his jacket out to me, the warmth of the soft fabric all too inviting against the coldness of the room. “Here,” he said softly. “To cover yourself.”
• I blinked owlishly at him for several long moments, my mind and my heart warring against each other. On one hand, it was so, so relieving to see a familiar face here, particularly Noah’s face. But on the other hand, I hated him. I hated his very being with every fiber of my own.