Chapter 15
Trista's POV
He moved closer, lifting the edge of the duvet and carefully tucking it under my collarbone. He said, "No."
His refusal was crisp and clear, yet his action was as thoughtful and considerate as ever.
He turned off the bedside lamp. Darkness fell like a curtain.
He pulled me against him over the blanket. His soothing pheromones were suppressed to an almost imperceptible threshold.
"Get some rest. I'll go with you to see Ulva and Randolph this weekend." His voice was low.
It sounded like he was stating a schedule, not comforting a person on the verge of collapse.
I closed my eyes, but sleep didn't come near me.
I heard his steady, powerful heartbeat, each beat knocking against my ribs.
On the surface, everything was perfectly ordered.
He respected my parents
