Chapter 92

The next morning, the scent was what hit Mia first. Warm ginger. Honey. A hint of lemon.

She stirred beneath the soft sheets, one arm slipping out from under the comforter as her eyes cracked open to golden sunlight.

Her gaze swept the familiar space slowly.

Wait… no, why was it familiar. Her breath hitched.

This was their suite.

She sat up abruptly, heart skipping once. She remembered clearly..... she hadn’t slept here. Her hand instinctively reached out, brushing over the other side of the bed. It was cold and empty.

But beside her was a small tray. On it, a mug of something steaming. And two little...