Jade Nightshade
The scent of home hit my nose, pulling me from a dreamless sleep. I fluttered my eyes open and blinked in the dim light of my living room. I was... being carried? My gaze travelled upward, locking onto Darius’s strong jawline and broad chest as he carried me inside. For a second, I admired his solid build, the warmth radiating from his skin where he held me close.
But then reality slammed into me.
My parents could be home.
“Darius, put me down,” I whispered, panicking, my eyes darting toward the hallway. “My mom—she might see us like this!”
He just smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Too late.”
My head whipped around, and sure enough, there she was—my mother, sitting in the living room with her mouth hanging open in sheer shock. Her eyes darted between Darius
