Amara
The first thing I noticed was the scent.
Lucian’s.
Thick. Intentional. Laced into the wooden frame of the clinic, into the soil around the garden beds. Into the warded stones that Idris had tucked beneath the windows.
It felt like protection.
It also felt like a cage.
By the time I returned from collecting herbs that morning, the guards were stationed at the edge of the property. Quiet. Still. Elite.
And undeniably his.
Lena met me on the porch with a grim expression. “Did you know he was moving you?”
I blinked. “Moving me?”
She nodded toward the side path. “He had warriors clear the west wing of the old alpha quarters. Says it’s better secured. Better protected.”
“But I didn’t ask for that,” I said.
“No,” Lena said. “But I think that’s kind of the point.”
I stared at th
