Lina's POV
Adrian's kisses fell like rain—soft and deliberate across my forehead, my cheeks, the backs of my hands.
He was using his scent, his presence, to replace the terror and disgust that man had branded into my skin. The familiar pine and musk wrapped around me like a protective shield, pushing back the sickening memory of sandalwood and herbs.
Outside the car window, moonlight spilled across the quiet streets like liquid silver.
I felt his silent reassurance seeping into me, warming the frozen places inside. Slowly, I lifted my hands and wrapped them around his neck.
"Luna Storm is such a good girl," he murmured against my temple, his voice low and teasing. "She knows exactly when her husband needs reassurance that he's the only one who matters."
His words were c
