LIANA
I switched to Leon and went to the greenhouse for a stroll. After training with daggers and silver swords, I was exhausted. The greenhouse was the most peaceful place in the entire Packhouse.
Suddenly, Sean stepped inside.
“You?” My eyes widened.
The surrounding outside the floor-to-ceiling vanished as he stepped into my space, his presence erasing the room behind him. When he closed the distance, the air seemed to thin, replaced by the scent of his cologne and the sudden, radiating heat of his body.
He moved with a haunting slowness, pinning me against the glass with a touch so soft it felt like a dare. While his front was a wall of solid, living warmth, my back met the unforgiving reality of the window. The pane was a sheet of ice against my shoulder blades, the chill biting
