The cabin was small—much smaller than Aisha had realized when she first woke up disoriented and half-frozen.
Now that her mind was clearer, the reality of the space pressed around her.
The room held only what was necessary: the bed she sat on, the crackling fireplace, a rough wooden table, and a single chair—currently occupied by the man with silver eyes.
Because the cabin was so small, there was nowhere he could sit that wasn’t close to her.
Uncomfortably close.
Dangerously close.
She tucked the blankets around herself a bit tighter, not because she was cold—though she still shivered occasionally—but because the nearness of him made something flutter uneasily in her chest.
She wasn’t used to men being so close. Not men like him. Not men whose presence felt… overwhelming.
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