Chapter 141
- Blair
- There is a strange truce, a peace, in the air between us.
- Cyrus doesn’t snarl at me, but it could be the post sex glow. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t threaten to kill me, so that’s always good. Asher hums as he lies with his head on my lap as he draws, his tongue caught in his lips in concentration, while Bray does sit-ups near the TV as I watch. It’s almost relaxing.