Meghan’s P.O.V.
I nestled deeper into the blanket as Blade’s warmth surrounded me, his arm draped casually over my waist. The fire crackled softly next to us, casting flickering shadows on the walls, and the weight of the moment settled over me like the snow outside—heavy, but not unwelcome. Not in the least.
I had never been one to believe in things like fate or destiny. Life, to me, had always been about choices, and for months, I had chosen to keep Blade at arm’s length. Yet here I was, lying tangled in his arms, listening to him talk about his tattoos like they were pieces of his soul and not just ink on his skin. And the way he looked at me... I knew I was losing the battle I had so carefully waged against my own heart.
Still, I couldn’t let myself get too swept away. Blade had ask
