CHAPTER 17

Passion Ignites

POV: Adrian

I woke up irritated—and I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet.

The scent hit me first.

Sweet. Warm. Soft. Her.

Isabella’s perfume was still clinging to the damn sheets, to the air, to my fucking lungs. I told myself I wouldn’t think about last night. I told myself her anger didn’t bother me, that her little attitude was beneath my attention.

The room was dim, the curtains drawn just enough for the early blue light to slip through. And she was ...