When we finally walked out of the Silver Moon packhouse, the entire building was still engulfed in a stunned, breathless silence. The high-ranking females we left behind in the parlor were still kneeling, their heads bowed in absolute reverence, too terrified to even twitch until we were well out of sight.
The autumn wind whipped across the lawn as we stepped outside, scattering golden leaves across the stone path. Instantly, Roman unraveled the thick cashmere scarf he had brought with him and wrapped it snugly around my neck, tucking the ends into my coat so no cold air could get in.
"I'm perfectly warm, Roman," I protested with a laugh, though I leaned into his touch, relishing the heat radiating from his massive body.
"You're fragile," he corrected, pressing a lingering kiss to my fo
