Cheyenne’s POV I didn’t get shit for sleep last night. Gunner was on patrols and my mind with wondering with all the different impossible outcomes for my sister’s trails today. In one outcome, I ended up on death row and they were both standing there laughing at me. Ridiculous, I know. Gunner would randomly check in on me, feeling the stress and anxiety through the mate bond. I rolled my tiny ass out of bed with a moan and made my way to the bathroom. A good relaxing shower was much needed right now. My whole body was tensed from all the stress. I didn’t even bother grabbing clothes to take with me. Nobody ever came into our room anyways. Well, not without knocking first anyways. I took Gunner’s shirt off and just tossed it on the floor along with my panties and shorts. I turned on the shower to let it warm up while I brushed my hair out. Once I finished, I stepped in the shower and just stood under the shower head. I let hell’s fire water just rain down on my face and roll down my
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