DEA
Arthur’s voice was quiet but steady as he looked at me, his gaze searching my face like he was trying to read something buried deep beneath my skin.
“Even if you wore a different face, I would still recognize you, Maria. Anywhere. Anytime.”
Before I could even think of a response, his arms slid around me and he pulled me into his body, holding me firmly against his chest. My breath caught as I felt the warmth of him surrounding me.
His hand moved to the back of my head, drawing me even closer. “It’s not just about your face. It’s your scent.”
I froze slightly when he leaned down and inhaled softly against my hair, like he was memorizing something he had been searching for his entire life.
His fingers slowly lifted my chin. “The soul in your eyes.”
I felt trapped under the weight
