Aloe's POVThe first thing I noticed was the smell—antiseptic and vanilla, too clean, too familiar. It pulled me from the fog of sleep like fingers dragging me to the surface of dark water. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted down with lead, but I forced them open anyway.White ceiling. White walls. The faint beeping of machines I couldn't see.This wasn't the hut.Memory came back in fragments—Blake leaving to get firewood, the dying fire, the rain drumming against the roof. Then... nothing. A blank space where something important should be.I tried to sit up, but my body felt disconnected, sluggish. My arms moved like they were underwater, and there was something wrong with my mouth. Cotton-dry, metallic aftertaste. Sedated. The realization hit me with crystal clarity even as my thoughts remained fuzzy around the edges."Easy, Mrs. Savage. Don't try to move too quickly."The voice made my blood freeze. Dr. Chen—Wakes's personal physician, the one who'd treated my "accidents" with discre
Blake's POVI stumbled through my apartment door at four in the morning, soaked to the bone and shaking from more than just the cold. My clothes dripped muddy water onto the marble floor, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered except the hollow ache in my chest where certainty used to live.She was gone.I'd spent hours combing through that forest, following every footprint, every broken branch, every possible path she might have taken. My voice was raw from calling her name into the storm. My hands were cut and bleeding from pushing through thorns and debris. But I'd found nothing except that burned-out shell of our car and the lingering smell of gasoline.Someone had been watching us.I peeled off my soaked shirt and threw it aside, my reflection catching in the darkened windows. Wild-eyed, desperate, defeated. Everything I swore I'd never let Wakes Savage make me feel again.The hot shower should have helped, but the water only reminded me of the rain, of leaving her alone in that hut
Wakes's POVThe satisfaction of watching Blake's pathetic BMW burn had been short-lived. Now, standing in my penthouse office with the city sprawling below me, I felt the familiar rush of a successful hunt... Well after we searched around, we saw a hut.But I was already tired so I went back but before then we had already called some of Heron's men. So I left with my car while Heron and his men finished the job. They were very good at it.Heron's report crackled through the encrypted line, his voice steady despite the storm's interference."We have her, sir," he said. "The extraction went smoothly. No complications."I leaned back in my leather chair, swirling the amber whiskey in my glass. "And Blake?""Still searching the forest like a lost dog. By the time he realizes what happened, we'll be long gone."Perfect. I had anticipated Blake's protective instincts would make him careless. While he played hero, gathering firewood in a storm, my team had simply walked into that pathetic hu
Blake’s POVThe fire was almost gone. The few logs that had been crackling moments before now smoldered weakly, hissing as rain seeped through the hut’s leaky roof. Aloe was sitting close to it, shoulders hunched, trying to soak up what little warmth remained.Her shivering had slowed, but it hadn’t stopped. I could see the tension in her hands, fingers pale and trembling. Even in the dim light, her exhaustion was clear.I reached for my phone, hoping for some signal. A tiny bar blinked weakly, barely enough to make a call. My heart lifted slightly.If I could just get through, I could have my security come for us. I dialed my security head and rattled off every detail I could… the location, the hut, the surrounding brush, the slope down to the road but halfway through, the screen went black. Dead. No service. The storm had won.I cursed under my breath, glancing at Aloe. She leaned slightly against the wall, trying to curl up next to the fire, but the warmth was fading fast.“Blake,”
Blake’s POVThe fire sputtered, tiny tongues of flame reaching upward, casting flickering shadows across the hut’s rough wooden walls. I had piled on whatever dry wood I could find, but it was still barely enough to warm the space. Aloe’s shivers hadn’t completely stopped, and each time she moved, I felt the cold bite at my own skin through the thin fabric of my jacket.I shifted closer, letting her lean against me again, her head pressing into my chest. There was no room for embarrassment here, no time for pretenses. We were soaked, exhausted, and alone in a hut in the middle of a storm-soaked brush, and yet somehow, being this close felt… necessary.“Do you think it’ll last?” she murmured, her voice almost swallowed by the crackle of the fire. I glanced down at her, noticing how her lashes clung together with moisture, her lips pale but soft in the firelight.I offered her a small, reassuring smile, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.“It will,” I said, though I wasn’t
Aloe’s POV My eyelids drooped as exhaustion tugged at me, but every time I felt myself drifting toward sleep, the cold reminded me I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I knew I was truly safe.Somehow, Blake had managed to get a few pieces of wood burning, the flames flickering in the small hut, throwing shadows against the rough, damp walls.I had no idea how he did it but I let myself be grateful, even if just for this small comfort.“Come closer,” he murmured. “Stay by the heat. You’ll freeze if you stay like that.”I shivered again and scooted closer, letting him wrap his arm around me. My head naturally rested against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat strange in its steadiness compared to the war outside. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he remained alert, yet he still made space for me to find a moment of warmth.The contrast between the storm we’d faced and this fragile sanctuary he’d created was dizzying, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt