Zoriana stirred in her sleep, her instincts screaming intruder. Her body tensed to attack, but she calmed instantly as the familiar scent of fresh mountain air and rich chocolate enveloped her.
“You look like an angel when you’re asleep. So gorgeous, so innocent,” Gael said softly. He was watching her from the armchair across the room.
Zoriana rolled her eyes, pulling the covers up. “How did you get in?”
“I climbed the balcony. Luckily, the door wasn't locked,” he replied with a sweet, sheepish smile. “I’m sorry for giving you the wrong impression yesterday.”
“The wrong impression? You literally stood there and let guards drag me toward a dungeon for a crime I didn't commit!” Zoriana fumed.
“My love, I would never have let them take you. I was waiting for the right moment to intervene
