Chapter 83 Waiting

• Ghost POV
• I should be relieved that he’s sleeping, right? It means the pain isn’t unbearable, that his body is shutting down to heal. But I’m not. Every now and then, I nudge him, waiting for something—anything. When he mutters fuck off under his breath, I should take that as reassurance, but until he fully wakes, until I see his eyes open and hear him speak properly, I won’t relax.
• A knock at the door snaps me out of my thoughts. My body tenses as I pull it open, and the moment I see who’s standing there, rage ignites in my veins.