Seraphine's POV
Was this reality or some fever dream? Warmth surrounded me, carrying the intoxicating scent of cedar and masculine spice. I pressed closer to whatever was providing this comfort, letting the familiar fragrance wash away the terror that had consumed me moments before. The nightmares that had plagued my unconscious mind faded, replaced by something entirely different.
Something feather-light brushed across my forehead, warm and gentle like exhaled breath. Then came the sensation of fingertips, barely there but electric, tracing the curve of my jaw, ghosting over my nose, my cheekbones, finally settling at the corner of my mouth. The cold stone floor where I remembered collapsing had vanished, replaced by something soft and inviting. I didn't resist the pull, melting into the warmth while drawing in another deep breath of that addictive scent.
