Samantha POVI woke to warmth.Not the damp heat of the dungeon. Not the cold loneliness of the small room I had been given after Father died. This warmth was steady and gentle, like sunlight filtering through morning mist.I stirred slowly, still half asleep, and felt fingers brushing softly along my cheek. The touch was careful, almost hesitant, as if I were something fragile.My eyes opened.Maddox Emberclaw was watching me.He lay beside me on the massive bed, propped on one elbow, his dark hair falling over his forehead. Morning light slipped through the heavy curtains and traced the sharp lines of his face. His eyes were no longer wild gold like last night. Now they were warm, the color of honey in sunlight.He was smiling. A small, quiet smile that made him look younger. Almost peaceful.I realized his hand was still on my face, his thumb resting just below my cheekbone, and I had not moved away. “Still shocked by your beauty, Samantha,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep
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