Sylas’ POV:
As a man who prided himself on always being in control of his life, I had not expected to wake up like this: At peace and with a warm smile on my face as I looked down at the radiant face of a woman.
The morning light flickered through the window, and they all seemed to be aimed at her.
Vera laid beside me, her arms wrapped in silence and warmth. Her breathing was steady, and her naked body was relaxed in a way I had never seen before.
Last night had been intense, but it had also been eye-opening.
My gaze lingered on her longer than it should have. This was dangerous, she was dangerous. Not because of last night, but because of the warmth I felt whenever I stared at her.
Despite myself, I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She stirred slightly a
