Allison's POV
Being carried in Lucian's arms sent conflicting emotions crashing through me like waves. His chest was warm and solid against my side, his arms secure beneath my knees and back. Each step he took was carefully measured, deliberately gentle to avoid jarring my injuries.
Despite everything—the divorce, the betrayal, the pain he'd caused—my traitorous body remembered this feeling. The safety that came with being held by him. The sensation of his heartbeat under my palm. The familiar scent of cedar and rain that was uniquely his.
I hated how my body relaxed against him instinctively, how Jasmine purred contentedly at Fenrir's proximity. I hated even more how part of me wanted to bury my face in his neck and breathe him in, the way I used to when the world became too mu
