Garrett's POV

That night, I hardly allowed her to rest, and I lost count of how many times I had released my desires. She went from begging to slowly accepting my presence. But when I sought her warmth once more, she had vanished from my side. She had fled.

The scent of her still lingered by the bed, and a single whiff was enough to set my blood racing. Being so cautious, she must have been well aware of who I truly was. In that case, how would Anila choose to confront me?

I clutched my chest and found my heart still beating steadily. She hadn't fallen in love with...