CYRILLA'S POV
It took us less than an hour to fly to Vancouver Island, and another hour’s drive brought us to the small town where my father’s farmhouse was located. As Theon drove us through the winding roads, a strange sense of familiarity began to creep in. I squinted at the passing scenery, trying to place the feeling, and then it hit me.
"This is where I pulled over to rescue that puppy," I said, pointing to a sharp bend in the road ahead. The memory came rushing back, the reckless decision to stop on that dangerous curve, the little dog stranded by the roadside.
Hunter’s grip tightened around me immediately, pulling me close as his protective instinct kicked in. His voice was low but firm.
“Don’t ever do that again, understand? I forbid it.”
“But…” I began to protest, only for
