Scarlett’s POV

The first thing I feel when I wake is warmth.

Not the kind that comes from blankets or fire, but the kind that sinks under the skin—deep, solid, grounding warmth. A steady heartbeat against my back. A large hand curved around my waist like it belongs there.

Kieran.

For a moment—just one small, stolen moment—I lie still and let myself feel safe.

Because I do feel safe.

Too safe.

His breath brushes the back of my neck, slow and even. His chest rises and falls in the ...