Maximus’s POV

I leaned against the doorway of our bedroom, arms crossed, watching her like she was the only thing in the entire world worth looking at.

Because she was.

Emilia stood by the window, arms folded tight under her chest, staring out at the snow falling over the mountains like she was personally offended by every single flake. Her brown hair spilled down her back in messy waves, and the firelight painted gold across her skin. She was wearing one of my shirts again and nothing else. My favorite sight in the universe.

She’d been grumpy for days. Not just normal grumpy; this was next-level, adorable, fire-breathing little dragon...