Chapter 239~Niklaus~The wooden couch was a nightmare. It was too short, too hard, and every time I tried to shift my weight to protect my bruised ribs, the frame let out a loud, protesting groan. I stared at the ceiling. I could hear Kesley’s breathing from the bed, soft, steady, and peaceful. It was the only thing keeping me sane."Niklaus?" her voice whispered through the dark.I froze. "I thought you were asleep.""I was. But I can hear you moving. Or rather, I can hear that couch trying to break apart under you," she said. I heard the rustle of the sheet. "You’re going to wake up in more pain than you started with. Just... just come here. Use the bed."I sat up, my chest aching. "I’m fine, Kesley. Go back to sleep.""Don't be stubborn," she snapped softly, though there was no heat in it. "There’s plenty of room. Look."I heard her moving, and then a soft thud as she placed a long, rolled-up blanket right down the center of the mattress."See? A wall," she said. "A very soft, v
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