Hope had originally planned to wait for Easton to come back before going to sleep. But as she poured over the chiropractic notes Professor Andrade had organized for her, her eyelids gradually grew heavy—and she fell asleep right there.

When she woke up the next morning, her whole body was enveloped in warm, comforting heat—especially her forehead, pressed against a solid, steady chest.

She didn’t need to look up to know whose warmth she was resting against.

She remembered the first time she’d met Easton in this life: cold, unapproachable, like an ice cube. And now… she couldn’t help but feel a small surge of triumph. She’d melted this ice...