AMARA’S POV

I could not feel my body.

Everything still felt so sore.

A yawn escaped my lips as I stretched my limbs out on the bed, another wave of fatigue washing over me. My eyelids parted at the sound of the door unlocking and a scent I have grown addicted to fills my senses.

Caelan stepped in with a tray of food in his hands. A smile that made him look impossibly handsome stretched across his face. At first, I thought I was crazy, but now I have come to realize this man gets more ...