Lina's POV
Storm Pack house.
The morning light came soft and golden through the tall windows, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, I woke without fear crawling up my spine.
Adrian was already awake beside me, one arm draped across my waist, his gray eyes tracing my face like he was memorizing it all over again. He did that a lot now.
Watched me sleep. Watched me wake. As though he still couldn't quite believe I was here, that I hadn't slipped through his fingers like smoke on the night he pulled me out of that burning district and carried me across the ocean to somewhere the poisoned bloodlines couldn't reach.
"You're staring," I murmured, my voice thick with sleep.
"I'm allowed." His mouth curved. "You're my wife."
The word settled over me like su
