Amy Stone – Mrs. Woods
Kael’s hand stays firmly at the small of my back as he guides me into his home, his touch steady, grounding, protective.
The house takes my breath away.
It’s all sharp edges and bold design—dark marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows with the city lights blazing below. Everything screams power and control. Him.
But then my eyes land on a photo sitting on the mantel.
A beautiful woman, smiling so radiantly it almost hurts to look at her.
My chest tightens. I don’t have to ask who she is. Kael’s late wife.
I drag my gaze away, wrapping his robe tighter around me as if that will hold my heart together.
“This is your home now too,” Kael says softly, his thumb brushing my arm. For a man feared by many, his voice is unexpectedly gentle with me. “I’ll be right back
