Christina's POV
I stayed late at Nyx Collective.
Midnight late.
Everyone else had left hours ago, but I was still at my desk, hunched over my laptop, the soft glow of my desk lamp casting long shadows across my workspace.
Technically, I was working.
Realistically? I was hiding.
From Hudson.
The terrifying part was that he might suggest we complete our brand-new, totally normal, absolutely-not-weird marriage with a perfect mating ceremony.
Because I was scared I'd say yes without blinking.
Or worse,what if I was the one to bring it up?
Sure, we were legally mates now.Well, husband and wife in human terms. But the only time we'd actually slept together, I'd been drunk and didn't even know his name.
Still, from the fragments I did remember, he'd been... insa
