Seraphina's POV
I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and an empty bed.
Thank God.
I sat up slowly. The spot next to me was cold, which meant Adrian had been gone for a while. Good. I didn't want to deal with his smug face first thing in the morning.
I cursed under my breath as I remembered how I'd fallen asleep in his arms like some lovesick fool. What the hell was wrong with me? This was my enemy—the man who'd forced me into this unwanted marriage, and wanted to kill me.
And yet I'd slept like a baby wrapped up against his chest.
"Stupid mate bond," I muttered, pushing the covers off. "And stupid me for giving in to it."
But this wasn't my fault, right? That man was just so damn warm and comfortable, and with the mate bond making me crave his touch, staying away from him was like fighting gravity.
Every cell in my body wanted to seek him out, to press closer, to surrender completely.
