Chapter 32POV: Adrian

Our bedroom was still steeped in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, shadows flickering faintly against the walls, tracing the familiar lines of furniture I knew so well. The air smelled faintly of her—Isabella—the subtle warmth of her skin, the trace of her perfume, lingering in the sheets.

We had retired to bed late, wrapped in each other’s presence after an evening that felt almost sacred. Dinner had stretched longer than intended, the meal she had ...