Adina’s POV

My lungs burned with shallow breaths, my skin clammy with cold sweat. The ceiling above me wasn’t the dark, damp stone of Jackson’s lair, it was smooth, familiar, painted in warm hues. A blanket, soft and heavy, covered me. And beside me, at the edge of the bed, Nathan sat.

His eyes were on me the moment I stirred. Sharp and stormy, but when he saw the terror in mine, they softened instantly.

“Adina,” he murmured, reaching for me. His hand was warm as it closed around ...