Chapter 69
The next morning, the sunlight filtered softly through the guesthouse curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor. Arden tried to roll over, but she was met with a solid, immovable wall.
Her hands moved instinctively to investigate the barrier, her fingers grazing something soft, smooth, and radiating a deep, steady heat. Her eyes flickered open, landing on a broad, bare chest just inches from her face. She gasped, a small jolt of fright hitting her heart before her brain could catch up to her surroundings.
She looked up, squinting against the morning light, until she saw that familiar, handsome face. She blinked several times, the fog of sleep clearing as the reality of her situation settled in. She was at Yellow Moon. She was safe. And she and Warlord had finally reu
