Sophia’s P.O.V

I buried my face in the crook of Nathaniel’s neck, clutching onto him like he was the only real thing left in this crumbling world. His warmth seeped through my skin, grounding me, anchoring me. The scent of him — that familiar blend of cedarwood and something uniquely Nathaniel — filled my lungs and made my heart ache with something I didn’t dare name. I didn't even know where he was taking me. I didn't care.

All I knew was that right now, I trusted him ...