~Adrian~

  “What do you want for dinner?” I asked, turning the heat up a notch as Astrid sat in front of the fireplace she’d lit after we came inside.

  She hummed, folding her legs under her on the chair.

  “I’m not hungry.”

  I glanced at her and rolled up my sleeves.

  “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

  Her eyes flicked to mine. Even from where I stood, I could see the flames reflected in them.

  “Yeah.”

  She ...