ETHAN POV
The sun had been gone for a couple of hours now.
Not that I’d been paying much attention to it.
I was a little… distracted.
Mostly by the fact that I still had her in my arms.
Medina.
Alive. Furious. Tense as hell and probably five seconds away from committing murder—but still, somehow, still here, still within reach, still letting me hold her even if she refused to admit it.
And honestly?
That was enough.
More than enough.
I shifted slightly, adjusting my grip when she huffed under her breath, clearly annoyed at the whole situation, at me, at the bond, at the universe—hard to tell at this point—but she didn’t pull away, didn’t shove me off, didn’t bare her fangs at my throat, so I counted that as a win.
A pretty big one.
I looked down at her.
She was staring somewhe
