Avyanne's pov

The night after the intruder, Blair didn’t leave my side at all. Not even once did he let me be.

It wasn’t just the guards watching me but it was him. He was always there, like a second shadow stitched to my skin or a glue placed to stick to a chair. When I poured tea, he was at the far end of the table, with his eyes following my every movement. When I walked to the library, his steps trailed mine at a very close distance, enough for my wolf to sense heavy heat radiating ...