CHAPTER 49 ADRIAN'S POV

The first thing I felt wasn’t the sting of my shoulder or the remnants of the night’s pain—it was her. Isabella, warm, soft, her body pressed against mine, hair tangled across my chest, her scent filling my senses in a way that made the world outside disappear. I could feel her breathing, slow, steady, and for a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t want to disturb the fragile, perfect calm we’d found after so much chaos. I woke to warmth. Real warmth. Not ...