Charlie
I woke up to the smell of woodsmoke, lavender, and something sweet that made my stomach rumble and my brain whisper dangerously domestic. For a long second, I didn’t move. The bed was too soft, too warm, too not mine. Layered in thick furs and glowing morning sunlight, I could’ve sworn I’d been dropped into a Pinterest board titled “Sexy Medieval Hideaway for Emotionally Overwhelmed Women.”
And then I remembered.
Portal. Dragon realm. Magic forest. Towering Viking war-god with a voice like thunder dipped in dark chocolate.
Apollo.
My heart did something embarrassing in my chest. A little flutter. A little skip. The kind of move you'd expect from someone in a corset, swooning at a royal ball.
Not that I was into him. Or thinking about his arms. Or the way he said my name like
