chapter 113

She was coy, clingy and she knew it.

He was going to object but she still had to try.

John sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

"Alright, but just until you fall asleep."

He returned to her side, pulling up a chair.

As he sat down, Evelyn's eyes fluttered open briefly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Thank you," she whispered.

John nodded, settling into the chair. "Just close your eyes and rest."

For a while, the only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of Evelyn's breathing as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

John watched her, his thoughts racing. He had always been a man of action, a soldier trained to fight and protect.

But sitting here, watching over Evelyn, he felt a different kind of responsibility—one that was new and strangely comforting.

His mind wandered to the events that had brought them here, the battles fought, and the lives lost.

He thought of Sullivan and the five great families, of the ongoing conflict that seemed to have no end. Yet in thi