Book 1 Chapter 31
Warmth. That was the first thing Bram felt. Not the cold Highland air. Not the usual ache in his chest from the curse. Not the restless pacing of his bear. Just warmth. Soft. Steady. Perfect. He blinked awake slowly, the room still dim with early morning light. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was until he felt the weight on his chest. Ari. Fast asleep. Curled on top of him as she’d always belonged there, her cheek pressed over his heart, one hand fisted lightly in his shirt. Her hair spilled across him in a dark, wild halo, and her breath warmed the skin just above his collarbone. Bram froze. His bear did not. The rumble that rose from deep in his chest was pure contentment, a sound he hadn’t made in years. Maybe ever. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. “Ari…” She didn’t st
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