I sat behind my desk in my private office, flipping through several documents Troy had helped finalize earlier. The paperwork was nothing out of the ordinary—contracts, supply chain approvals, an email from one of our overseas partners—but I found it unusually hard to focus.
Because Aria was in the room.
She walked along the far wall, trailing her fingers lightly across the spines of my book collection, occasionally tilting her head to read the titles. The sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows kissed her curls, making them shimmer like a halo. She looked nothing like the warrior she usually was—fierce, stubborn, always ready with a retort. No, today she looked…
Divine.
I silently thanked Amara for whatever magic she worked on my mate. Aria had always been beautiful, of course—wild
