Elin’s POV

Snowflakes melt against my skin as Aaron carries me from the SUV to the villa's front door. His arms are iron bands around me, steady and unyielding, but his touch is feather-light on my back, like he's afraid I'll shatter. The wolf poison lingers in my veins, a dull ache that makes my limbs heavy, but his warmth seeps through, chasing the cold. I bury my face in his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of pine and smoke—his scent, Aaron's, the one that always pulls me under. ...