AMELIA
My brows furrow as I awaken to the intoxicating scent that has become synonymous with my mate. Slowly opening my eyes, I discover my head cradled against a familiar chest—Nickolas's chest. Confusion sets in as I survey my surroundings, realizing I'm in Nickolas's room. Questions flood my mind: How did I end up here? Did Nickolas rescue me? The realization dawns upon me as I notice my wounds have been carefully tended to. He must have, but even if he did, it doesn’t explain why we are cuddled up together.
Nickolas stirs in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open.
"You're awake," he exclaims, his eyes lighting up with an intensity that catches me off guard. Confusion clouds my expression as I attempt to shift away from between his legs, but Nickolas gently stops me. His hand moves into
