Ember’s POV
We chatted, cursing ourselves, and then we dozed off at once. I woke up to find myself lying on Vander's chest while his arms crossed through my back, as if cuddling his girlfriend.
I didn't even know how to feel at that moment. I should have sprang away from his body before he woke up and blamed me for forcing him into doing it, but I didn't even long to let him go.
For the first time since we met, I had my time to take a good look at his face and what he looked like. Calling him a charming prince was an understatement, and it stunned me how and why he would lose his composure towards me atimes whereas he wasn't supposed to be coming near me.
I placed my palm on his cheek, running my fingers through his tangled beard, soft smiles concealed my face.
I would admit it—he was
