Liora’s POV
The moment my door clicked shut behind me, I sagged against it. My pulse hadn’t quite calmed. The echo of Rowan’s heartbeat still pulsed faintly in my ears, as if my body hadn’t caught up to the fact that I was no longer in his arms. I pressed a palm to my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm beneath my skin. It was ridiculous, the way my nerves betrayed me, how one man’s proximity could dismantle hours of careful composure.
"Get it together, Liora." I said to myself.
I exhaled slowly, letting my head fall back against the door. The apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually soothed me. Not tonight.
His scent still clung faintly to my clothes, warm cedar, smoke, something darker underneath. I tried to ignore it, but the memory kept playing on repeat: the hea
