Selena's POV

After my chat with Stella, I honestly have no idea how I even made it back to the packhouse. Somehow, I ended up in my room—my little "safe space."

Pushing open the door, I was met with quite the sight: Charles, shirtless, checking the bandages around his waist. Even though I’d seen that chiseled, scarred body countless times, it still made my cheeks heat up.

I froze for a moment before remembering that this was his room now. I’d been sleeping in another part of the packhouse these last few days.

“What are you doing? You’re not healed yet!” I scolded.

Charles threw a shirt over himself, hiding...