The mansion was quiet, almost too quiet after the storm of the last weeks. Sabrina stood by the window of their bedroom, her silk nightgown brushing her legs as the moonlight painted her in silver. Her heart was still racing with fragments of fear, relief, and disbelief.
The door opened, and Brace stepped in. He looked exhausted, but when his eyes found her, something else flared—something dark and hungry.
“You should be resting,” he murmured.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “Not yet. My body’s here, but my mind… It’s still caught up in everything.”
He closed the distance in three strides, his hands sliding around her waist. “Then let me bring you back. To me. To us.”
Her lips parted in response, but no words came. Instead, she reached for him, pulling his shirt open, desperate to feel skin
