Chloe’s pov
Nash’s private quarters clicked shut, sealing out the echoing music and roaring laughter from the pack hall below.
The quiet of the chamber was immediate. The room smelled of fresh linen, dried lavender, and the deep, warm scent of cedar logs burning low in the stone hearth. Soft moonlight streamed through the wide timber balcony, painting the bed sheets in pale silver.
Nash didn't set me down immediately.
He stood just inside the threshold, his broad frame towering in the dim light, holding me cradled close against his broad chest. His dark velvet tunic was slightly open at the collar, showing the broad, muscular expanse of his chest and the sharp lines of his throat.
His large, calloused hands trembled where they cupped my back and thighs. His dark, bloodshot eyes looked
