Ara's POV
The steady rhythm of beats was the first thing I registered. What was it? It was so soothing. A soft hum escaped my lips before I realised the warmth of the blanket wrapped around me.
My head felt heavy and I could barely open my eyes. With effort, I managed to lift a hand, my fingers brushing against something hard, like a wall. Wait! It wasn’t blankets. Was I buried already?
Where was I?
The memory rushed back. My so-called mate used me for information, then ordered my arrest, and even sentenced me to death! A sharp pang tore through me, but before the pain could fully settle, my senses sharpened. The scent of mint and sage flooded my nose. Unmistakable.
Damon!
A gentle squeeze around my waist made my eyes snap open. My eyes met his chest, his chest beneath my cheek,
