Finnian’s POV
The moment her melodic voice rang through the house, calling out to her father, and her scent drifted in like a whisper of spring, something ignited inside me. My entire body responded like a live wire catching fire. I had a fated mate. I shouldn’t still feel this way about her. But no matter how strong the pull to Jovie was, no matter how tightly our bond was stitched, nothing could smother the emotions that surged to the surface whenever I laid eyes on Dahlia Sterling.
For years, she had been my everything. And even now, against all logic and loyalty, some part of me refused to believe that she wouldn’t be again.
Watching her throw herself into Oberon’s lap like a child who hadn’t seen her father in years—not just a week—made me chuckle in spite of the ache in my chest.
