Ash's POV
I had finally managed to convince Dominic to come home with me. Tomorrow was Liam's funeral, just like Diana had told me earlier.
She'd been worried about him, and honestly… I was too.
We boarded a cab, and by the time I slid in beside him, Dom was already out cold. His head lolled against my shoulder, his hair tickling my cheek.
I shifted slightly, but didn't dare move him away. He needed this. He needed to sleep, to rest. Anything that wasn't the hell running circles in his head.
His body was warm against mine, but not the good kind of warm. Feverish. His forehead felt hot when it brushed against my jaw. My chest tightened. He was exhausted, inside and out.
I sighed, pulling out my phone. My notifications were a mess….June's name filling the screen like she was singlehandedly trying to break my inbox. Missed calls. Voicemails. Almost fifty messages.
I didn't even think twice. I called.
The line rang once before she picked up.
