Chapter 27— Lilith POV
Like a fish deep in the sea, I swam out of sleep. I quickly acknowledged the feeling of a very large arm around my waist, the sound of heavy breathing, and the heat that radiated from a hard body to mine. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, rubbing away the sleep from my eyes. When the grogginess cleared from my vision, Maverick's hard face came into view. His eyes were tightly closed, and his head hung low. His black hair plastered the skin on his forehead. The urge to run my fingers through it, ruffling it, overwhelmed me.
But instead of just lying in his arms pretending to enjoy his touch, I had important things to do. Important things like hunting down the fucker that burned the hunter. The image of his face was attached to my mind with hard glue. Unless the bastard was dead, that scarred face would never leave my mind.
