Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"How could you be so hard on yourself?"

Colby spoke as he rose to his feet to soak a hot towel in the kitchen.

Just the thought of it made Sophie angry. She glared at Colby. "If not for you! Someone had a gun pointed right at my head. Am I not allowed to save myself?"

Colby came over, crouched down, and pressed the damp towel against Sophie's thigh wound. "My gun will never be pointed at you, Sophie."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of unnoticed fatigue.

Sophie cradled Colby's face, only then noticing the dark circles under his eyes. Though Colby had tried to cover it, the traces of exhaustion on his face were still easily visible.

Colby must have suffered a lot these past few days, searching for her and not having slept well at all.

face that tugged at her heartstrings, Sophie

gentle to intense, as he held Sophie in his arms as if fearing

"Mmm-"

completely broke Colby's last line of defense. He lifted Sophie in his arms, then laid her down on the plush bed. Their bodies were entwined, reluctant to part, as if to express their longing for

and the others are still

rebuke now

shyness. With a hoarse voice, he said, "They can wait. haven't had a good night's sleep in a

knew that they wouldn't have

had no intention of coming out, cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice. "Guys, everyone's worked hard today. It's been a long journey, huh? Colby's booked rooms for us all.

Adler then led the

from leaving, his eyes filled with laughter. "Now, you can't