Kevin’s POV
Returning to the hotel, I carefully placed Ella on the bed, and Liam instinctively closed the door to the room.
I watched Ella sleeping peacefully, her steady breathing calming my inner turmoil. A week of longing had kept me from getting too close to her, but now I found myself gently tucking strands of her hair behind her ear, my gaze drifting to the furrow of her brow, and I smiled.
"Ella, your brow is becoming more and more like your mother's. You've inherited her beauty."
With just the two of us in the room, her scent intoxicated me. I leaned in to smell her neck, a blend of pear and faint lemon, causing my heart to race.
Kevin, this past week we've missed her so much. Our mate not only inherited her mother's beauty but also her mother's courage and wit.
Eric whispere
