Elizabeth POV
The moment I saw the car pull through the gates, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
He was back.
something inside me snapped. I didn’t think—I just ran.
I didn’t even wait for the driver to stop before I flung open the door and ran outside, my feet bare against the cold stone steps. I didn’t care.
My chest ached with how much I missed him, with how long the nights had stretched without him.
“Christian!”
His name tore from me the second I saw him, tall and sharp against the fading evening light. He looked like power wrapped in black—impossibly untouchable, impossibly mine.
And then I was in his arms.
His arms weren’t around me at first, but mine wrapped tight around his waist, desperate, clinging, as if I could hold him here forever.
God, I’d missed him. Misse
