Natasha's Point of View
I felt relief wash over me as Caleb held me close.
He still loved me. He still wanted to protect me.
But beneath the relief, fear still lingered. I remembered how he had treated me after his last punishment. The coldness. The irritation. The way he had snapped at me and told me to move to the servants' quarters without a shred of sympathy.
I couldn't let that happen again.
I needed to make him forget the unpleasant things. Needed to remind him why he had chosen me. Why he had given up everything for me.
I looked up at him through wet lashes, letting my fingers trail up his chest.
"Caleb," I whispered, my voice soft and inviting. "Let me help you forget."
Before he could respond, I pressed my lips to his.
It wasn't my usual tentative kiss. Not the shy, tremb
