Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY

Lorenzo was sleeping soundly; his body had begun to recover, but it still felt incredibly weak and his wounds looked extremely painful.

One big change however, was that the scarring on his face had now dulled quite a lot.. compared to how angry and sore it had looked before; it was now much more faint in comparison to what it had been previously.

My face contorted in agony and I began to sit up; I knew this scent.. so I really was not dreaming.. Jackson was here.. but what does that even mean?

I was about ready to grab him and punch him by the time I opened my eyes.. but then I saw his pained, sleeping face and frowned deeply.

His hair was no longer slicked back.. it was sprawled messily forward over his face.. he had really let himself go.. his eyes were red and he looked to be on the pale side, much more than usual.