chapter 67

When I crack my eyes open, Dimitri is right beside me, asleep and his fingers intertwined with mine.

Sunlight streams in through the curtain painting stripes on his face. His brows are furrowed slightly but his breathing is even and slow.

A smile tugs my lips as I watch him sleep. I reach for his face. As my fingers brush his skin, he stirs awake.

"Lyn." He calls, his voice heavy with sleep. He sits up, concern creasing his face. "You are awake. How do you feel?"

Though I still feel a dull ache in my rib, I lie. "Better." My voice sounds stronger than I feel.

At the arena, I saw my life flash right in front of my eyes. I don't actively go about my day thinking about how precious life is but being on the verge of death made me wish that I had done things differently. It made me wish I let go of my fears and do whatever the hell I wish to do and I will be doing so from now on.

Dimitri stares at me, a reflection of guilt in his eyes. "It isn't your fault."

His grip tightens on m