MEDINA POV
Weak.
That’s what I was.
So much for resisting the mate bond.
Didn’t even last a day and a half.
Pathetic.
And yet—
being there, in his arms…
it felt good.
Warm—too warm, the kind of warmth that settled under my skin and refused to leave, safe in a way I didn’t trust, in a way I didn’t deserve, in a way that made me want to stay when every instinct I had should have told me to run.
In a way that, if I was being honest with myself—
I didn’t want to leave.
Not now.
Not ever.
His arms tightened around me slightly, like he felt that shift in me, like he knew exactly where my mind was going even if I didn’t say a word. His lips brushed softly against the crown of my head, gentle, grounding, and gods, I hated how easily I leaned into it.
“Let’s go home,” he murmured.
