Betty POV
The bathroom tiles were freezing against my bare feet, but my blood was pure fire.
"I am not locking April away," I rasped, my throat raw. "Never."
Adriel did not argue. He just moved. His massive arms hooked under my knees and scooped me off the floor in one smooth, sweeping motion. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the sharp, metallic scent of his skin mixed with the damp heat of the shower.
He carried me out of the steam and into the adjoining bedroom. It was a massive, sterile guest suite. The kind with heavy drapes and expensive, uninviting furniture. He laid me down on the centre of the mattress. The moment my head hit the pillow, a wave of exhaustion crashed over me. My eyelids felt like lead.
Adriel pulled back, his hand sliding away from my waist
