Sally's POV
I find myself at the bedroom window, completely still.
I hadn't planned to spy.
All I wanted was to gaze at the forest. To focus on something that might calm the whirlwind in my mind after everything that's unfolded.
But then I notice them.
Philip and Ajax.
Their lips locked together... still locked together.
This isn't some casual kiss. It's possessive. A silent vow that I swear echoes all the way up here.
My belly clenches, bewilderment and something deeper spiraling through me. I can't tear my gaze away. I refuse to, because this... this transforms everything.
I ought to look elsewhere. I should. But I remain frozen.
My fingers dig into the window ledge until my knuckles turn white, yet I stay motionless. I simply observe.
Philip presses himself against Ajax like he's attempting to merge with him, his frame solid, possessive and commanding, exactly as he'd been with me the previous night.
