Chapter 32: Face of a Rebellion
I haven’t slept this well in a while. When I wake up, the noon sun is streaming in through the window.
I blink, adjusting to the brightness.
Ambrose’s arms are wrapped around me, but he shifts as I wake up.
I look up at him. He doesn’t look like he’s slept a wink.
“What is it?” I adjust so I can see his face.
He glances at me. “I have to set a hearing date for Theo,” he admits.
And just like that, reality was pouring back in. I can’t lie here and pretend what we faced was going to get any easier.
I sit up, sighing. “I should go.”
He doesn’t argue, but watches me as I stand, walking over to my pile of clothes and slipping them on. As I’m about to leave, he stops me.
“Hera.” He gets up from the bed and walks over to me. He lifts my face with a finger, kissing me. I sigh into his touch, letting him.
The idea of leaving was becoming less appealing.
I gently break our contact.
“I’ve got to go,” I breathe.
“I know,” he says quietly.