Grace POV

Ethan's scent wraps around me. Pine and smoke and safety.

His arm around my waist is solid. Possessive. Real.

Relief floods through me so intense it's almost painful. Like I've been holding my breath for days and can finally exhale.

'He's here. He actually came.'

The fear that he'd abandoned me—that Damien was right—it dissolves in an instant.

But underneath the relief, there's anger too. Hurt. Days of wondering. Days of feeling ...