The Daughter in the Shadows (by Una Norris) novel Chapter 107

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Finished

As Yunice walked over, the lunatics scattered in shrieking laughter, revealing Lauren’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground.

Half of Lauren’s face had been crushed, a sticky mess clinging to the cold floor. Her wide, unblinking eyes stared straight at Yunice, filled with unwillingness, hatred, and death.

Yunice’s breath hitched. Her eyes flew open. But instead of waking up, the scene before her made her doubt whether she had left the nightmare at all.

Because she saw Wyatt.

Wyatt was lying beside her, on the same bed. His head rested on her arm.

God knows how long he had been pressing down on it. Yunice could not feel her arm anymore; it was numb to the point of

nonexistence,

What made it worse was Wyatt was actually awake. He lay there on his side, eyes half–lidded, lazily tracing every detail of her face.

His fingertips, warm and calloused, brushed over her cheek. His low voice followed, “Your scar looks like it’s fading.”

This wasn’t a dream!

Yunice snapped back to reality in an instant. She yanked her arm back.

Wyatt lifted his head slightly, watching as she cradled her arm protectively in her chest, as if guarding it from being used as a pillow ever again.

This man, this big grown man, actually let someone hold him to sleep? Ridiculous

Yunice and Wyatt were hardly close. She darted her eyes around the room and found out that Gill was gone. Sunlight spilled in through the gaps in the curtains.

Morning had come.

Wyatt’s gaze was still on her, steady, unrelenting, making her scalp tingle.

Did this man not have a home of his own? Why was he always ending up in my bed?

Yunice could not help but recall Gill’s teasing from the night before….

Men think with the lower half

And Wyatt had indeed expressed his interest in her more than once.

Now lying together like this, Yunice’s mind spiraled.

Wyatt’s legs

s are not well, but if one day the mood struck him, did that mean she would have to… take the initiative?

Yunice frowned deeply. She would rather die

As if sensing her thoughts, Wyatt reached for her arm again.

Yunice was instantly on high alert.

Already Now! Stop pulling I don’t want to sleep with any man! Should I just cripple him completely? It was only a shot away anyway.

was calm. “Give me your arm. Fin going back to sleep”

Yunice lay there stiffly. Her arm was slender, so even under his neck, it did not feel particularly uncomfortable.

The ward was quiet. No one would come to disturb them.

Yet just as the peace settled in. Wyatt’s low voice cut through the air. “What are you mumbling about?”

She had been practicing her Russian pronunciation, rolling her tongue, muttering softly. He would probably feel the vibrations through her arm.

Wyatt closed his eyes again. That’s probably useless”

Yunice countered without thinking. “Knowledge is power.”

Silence returned. Staring up at the ceiling, Yunice suddenly remembered that Wyatt had never gone to school.

From what she knew, Wyatt had left the Powell family’s little courtyard when he was around thirteen or fourteen.

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