Soraya's POV

I rested my head against Darius’ chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear as he carried me through the mansion. It was already pretty late now, and the only sound that could be heard came from the kitchen, probably one of the maids moving about.

I lifted my gaze to him, and a rush of gratitude filled me. I had the best day of my life. Hours ago, I had been worried sick concerning his whereabouts. And now… now I just felt so content and safe in his arms.

He had been through so much. Losing control, not catching the Patriarch, feeling powerless… and...