Chapter 41 You're My Rest

• His whispers of wanting rest, of finding solace in my company, felt like pleas tinged with vulnerability.
• I understood his desire for comfort, for reassurance. But the stakes were high; Amari's privacy was paramount, and I was willing to go to any lengths to ensure it.
• I bit my lip, trying to comfort Hector with a gentle pat on his back. Sensing his genuine distress, I gently moved away from his embrace, noticing the deeper furrows on his forehead.