"Jon, I've been tormented by demons for months. May I please nap with you?"
“Gentry—” The words got stuck in his throat. What did he want to say?
Are you alright? Where did you go? Did they hurt you? Where can I find them and make them suffer for laying even a single finger on you?
None of those questions would help, and he was afraid of the answers. There was only one thing he could do, right now.
“Of course.” Jon pushed his books aside and pulled back the blanket for her. “You can stay as long as you want. I’ll watch over you.”
















