Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 647

When Amelia woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was Ryan’s hand around her waist—long fingers, cool against her skin, veins standing out just a little beneath the pale surface. Even the shape of his knuckles was quietly beautiful.

She remembered, half-dreaming, how the very first thing she’d noticed about Ryan after waking up that first time was his hand. Back then, she’d thought: Hands like his must feel warm and safe to hold.

She reached out and laced her fingers with his, letting her palm settle against his. She remembered how Ryan used to feel almost feverishly warm when he held her. Now, his skin was cooler than hers, so she just held on, sharing her warmth, letting it seep into him.

Something about it made her throat tighten. In that moment, she could almost feel all those years where Ryan’s life, his love, had flowed quietly toward her.

Suddenly, Ryan’s hand closed around hers, his grip gentle but strong, pulling her closer. His chin dipped to her shoulder, and his voice—low, rough from sleep—brushed her ear.

“You’re awake?”

She rolled over in his arms, tipping her head back so she could see him properly. Ryan looked down at her, lashes casting shadows beneath his eyes. He was still half-asleep, and so handsome it almost hurt.

She stretched up and kissed him softly. “Morning, Mr. Packman.”

For a second, Ryan just stared at her, like he was still catching up to the moment. Then he hugged her tight, so much happiness swelling in his chest it almost hurt. The worries waiting for him felt even heavier in comparison.

He kissed her hair and asked in a gentle voice, “What do you want for breakfast?”

Amelia thought it over. “Anything you make. I always like your cooking.”

She meant it. Ryan never forgot what she liked. She should have realized that before—there was no way it was just a coincidence that everything he brought home was something she loved.

Ryan got up first. At the bedroom door, he stopped and turned back. “There are some clothes for you in the closet. I picked them out myself.”

Felix had already left the country for a new assignment, but he’d made sure everything was arranged—a deputy delivered the ashes and a photo, taken just before Jinx’s parents left on their final mission. They hadn’t even turned thirty when they died.

On the way back to the car, Amelia suddenly squeezed Ryan’s hand tight. He squeezed back, silent but steady, as snowflakes started to drift down.

Amelia stopped by the car and looked up at the sky. “Ryan, it’s snowing.”

He looked up, too. “Yeah.”

She turned to him, eyes shining, her voice hopeful and a little stubborn. “Let’s spend New Year’s together this year.”

Ryan tugged her collar up, his eyes soft though he didn’t quite meet hers. He smiled. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”