They had slept through the ragging storm. Rosamund felt the warmth of a huge chest surrounding her. She was so comfortable that she didn’t want to wake up from her slumber. It was cozy and relaxed, something she had never been able to do all her life. Even when she slept in her bed in the castle, there would always be a small knife under her pillow. It was more than once that she found a shadowed person trying to suffocate and kill her under the veil of the darkness. Rosamund snuggled closer to the chest, deeply inhaling the scent of fresh pine woods and dark timber. There was a masculine wildness in the chest she was snuggling into.
Wait, chest? Rosamund thought as her mind began to clear and the fog of sleepiness began to fade. Opening her eyes, she looked at the bronze chest that she
