ROSETTE’S POV
I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and Zavien’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip.
The shredded remains of my sheets were tangled around us like evidence of a crime scene, Egyptian cotton reduced to expensive ribbons by claws he couldn’t control.
We were lying in the middle of the destruction like survivors of a very localized natural disaster.
“You owe me new bedding.” My voice came out rough with sleep.
“I’ll buy you a new bed.” His lips brushed my shoulder, warm and unhurried. “A new bedroom. A new penthouse, if you want.”
“I like this penthouse.”
“Then I’ll buy you ten sets of sheets. A hundred. Enough to account for future… incidents.”
I turned in his arms, facing him, and found gray eyes soft with something that made my chest ache.
The haun
