Zane's POV

“Whoa, hold on, hold on. Calm down. I'm sorry," I said gently as she sprang up from the bed.

Just a few moments ago, I had woken to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains and the warmth of Belle snuggled into my arms. Her breath was slow and steady against my chest.

As I watched her, a sense of peace settled over me, something I hadn’t felt with any woman. She stirred, looking up at me with sleepy eyes.

“Zane,” she murmured, snuggling ...