Chapter 370 Time Of Peace

• I spent a long while that night staring at the clean rafters of the ceiling. Considering all that Jackson and I had been through to bring us here.
• It was quiet. Beyond the cottage was a softly whistling breeze. The chirps of insects and a few nightbirds. Grunts of a boar or some other creature snorting around for food. But the tension I always felt, wondering what would come for me next was gone.
• In its place was a tender warmth. Enhanced by Jackson’s head against my belly, his arms wrapping my waist as if he were afraid to let go.