ANGELICA POV
I tossed again, groaning into the thick pillow that smelled so much like him it was starting to drive me insane.
Pine. Musk. A hint of citrus and something darker—like wild wind right before a storm. It was everywhere. In the sheets, on the clothes he lent me, on my skin. I couldn’t escape it. Not that I really wanted to.
Killian’s scent had a way of curling around my lungs like a drug I didn’t want to stop inhaling. And every time I tried to settle, my traitor of a dragon purred in my chest like she’d just had a three-course meal and a foot massage.
“We like it here,”Hella said smugly.
“I know,” I muttered aloud, staring up at the ceiling. “I do too. That’s the problem.”
Dinner had been… surprisingly intimate. He’d cooked like someone who actually cared, and when he sta
