Adina's POV

The rhythmic thud of Serene’s hooves was a soothing melody as we rode back to the farmhouse. The moon, a crescent of silver, cast a soft glow on the fields, and the stars, like diamonds scattered across a velvet cloth, glittered in the inky blackness. I leaned against Nathan, his warmth a comforting shield against the cool night air. The arguments, the accusations, the unspoken tensions of the past few days felt like a distant memory. This was who Nathan was, a man who was ...