Page 98 of Shattered By Grace

Then another. And another.

Her brows shot up.

This motherfucker has a whole jar of girls’ numbers.

Shaking her head, she put the jar back and finished up in the laundry room.

With nothing else to do, she wandered through the house, taking in the sheer size of it. When she reached the living room, her jaw nearly dropped. The TV was massive, practically the size of a movie screen.

She picked up the remote, flipping it over in her hand. “Why does this thing have so many buttons?”

Shaking her head and dropping the remote.Nope. Not worth the struggle.

She thought about heading to the gym, maybe burning off the restless energy buzzing in her veins, but the idea didn’t really appeal to her.

Instead, she opened the fridge, her eyes scanning the contents before landing on a bag of grapes. She grabbed it, tore open the plastic, and popped a few into her mouth.

Perfect.

With the bag in hand, she started back toward Tristan’s room. But as she passed the counter, she paused for a moment, considering making something else, anything to keep her mind occupied, but the grapes would do for now.

Without wasting another second, she bolted back upstairs, straight into Tristan’s room, where his book nook practically called her name.

Sinking into the oversized chair, she let her fingers trail along the spines of the books before pulling Fourth Wing off the shelf.

Now this was exactly what she needed.

Victoria woke up to complete darkness, her body lying still, disoriented.

What the hell?

She blinked, realizing she was in Tristan’s bed. The familiar, comforting thought settled her heart. She was safe. But … how long had she been asleep? How had she ended up in his bed? And where was Tristan?

As if he’d heard her thoughts, she caught the sound of his voice, humming something softly.

What’s that smell?

He was cooking again.

Slowly, she pulled the covers away, stretching her tired limbs as she stood. Moving quietly, she stepped toward the door,glancing out. From the stair railing, she watched Tristan move around the kitchen, effortlessly doing his thing.

Fuck, that’s so sexy.

Victoria moved quietly down the stairs, trying not to disrupt the stillness of the moment. She didn’t want to taint the peace that had settled after the earlier confrontation, she just wanted to live in the quiet moments before everything flipped again.

“Sleep well, love?”

The wordlovestruck her, lingering in the air. Was it a good thing? She wasn’t sure, but it felt… oddly comforting.

“How long have I been asleep? What time is it?”

“It’s just after seven.”

She winced. “Oh my god! Did you get my phone? I need to call the hospital.”

God, I hope I still have a job.

“I called and spoke with Dr. Connors. She understands you’ve had an accident. She knows you’re safe and will be back in a few days.”

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