Justin – POV
I don't know what it is about her.
Maybe it's the way she clings to me in her sleep like I'm the only thing keeping her tethered to this world. Or maybe it's the way her breath slows when our skin touches, like she finally feels safe—even if just for a night. Whatever the hell it is, every time I sleep with June, sleep comes.
Real sleep. Deep. Undisturbed. Almost… peaceful.
That shouldn't be possible. Not with the things I've done. Not with the voices in my head—the ones that whisper violence and venom when I close my eyes. The ones that claw at my sanity and never stop talking.
But last night?
They were quiet.
The constant hum of rage and chaos dulled to a murmur, tucked somewhere in the background, like they too were resting.
I guess even the monsters in me needed something broken to feel whole.
