Chapter 83

Bri a few months later

Curled with Wyatt on a chilly early December morning, my breath matched with his, our heartbeats syncing. Too much, too close, but it felt so good to be held, to be cared for, to belong…as the weeks went on I found I couldn't control it anymore. Every touch, every stray caress branded me too deeply, they burned me with a yearning, one I hadn't been sure I would ever develop, after years of unsolicited touching, forced proximity, and the knowledge of what awaited me at the hands of those men.

But these men, I undeniably trusted, were good men, men that the vengeful wraith I was, didn't deserve. It didn't stop me from wanting them. Stupid selfish whims that they were. I teetered on a precarious edge. Beau, or Wyatt, it didn't matter anymore, Wyatt was my sanctuary, a well of brute strength with a humble jaded heart, a leader that provided absolute acceptance from that heart.

Yet, Beau had become my safe harbor, the one I confessed my past to, the one who listene