Regina POV
I sank deeper into the couch cushions and lifted the mug of loose-leaf tea to my lips.
The steam carried that rich, earthy scent straight into my nose, which made my shoulders drop and my wolf settle with a lazy huff inside my chest.
Comfort. For once.
My thumb kept scrolling through the fall/winter catalogs on my phone.
Cashmere coats that looked soft enough to bury your face in, silk blouses that would slide cool against skin, tailored pieces that screamed: “I’ve got my s**t together.”
A couple caught my eye hard. I bookmarked them, already picturing how they’d look on me… and maybe on Scarlett too. God knew she needed something that didn’t scream, “just crawled out of a Goodwill bin.”
Thinking about her made me sigh heavily.
Ever since the divorce from Jaxen, it
