ANGELICA POV
The scent hit me first.
Warm vanilla, soft rose petals, and something deeper—something earthy, like sandalwood and home. It wrapped around me before the steam even reached my skin, sinking into my bones like a lullaby.
Killian’s hands were gentle as he helped me step out of my robe, his fingers trailing over the swell of my belly like I was made of something sacred. I shivered, not from cold, but from how reverent he made it feel. How he made me feel.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice low against the curve of my neck. “Always.”
The bath was glowing.
Candles flickered around the edges of the giant stone tub, casting everything in amber and gold. The water shimmered faintly, rippling with soft light. Rose petals floated on the surface like they belonged in a painting, an
