(Fiona’s POV)

He carried me straight to his bedroom. For a moment, fear gripped me. I was scared Marian would show up unannounced but he dropped me and squeezed my hands gently, leaving a mark of reassurance on them, and I smiled.

He took a long glance at me from head to toe, making me coil before walking to the wardrobe, returning with his grip tightened around a neatly folded pair of Lingries and a mask in his hands. He placed it gently on the bed, and my breath caught.

He placed his hand ...