~ Adeline ~

The room seems warmer than I remember. Too warm. Like the heat isn't from the fireplace or from morning light filtering through the curtains, but from the three men staring at me like they're afraid to blink.

Ronan hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

Cassian looks like he's calculating every breath I take.

Uriel’s jaw is clenched in quiet fury that he’s trying—and failing—to hide.

And then there is Elara.

Smiling softly at the doorway with a tilt to her head that feels too ...