Raya’s eyelids fluttered as she struggled to keep them open. His masculine scent filled her nose, calming her nerves.

No stress or pain. Just the warmth of strong arms wrapped around her. She knew, without a doubt, who it was.

Who had been holding her hand through the darkness? Who had whispered to her when her mind wandered into silence?

His name escaped her quivering, soft lips.

“Arian…”

It was barely a whisper, but the moment she said it, his smile grew. Arian's heart finally knew peace again as he saw her eyes open wide.

“Yes. It’s me. I’m here,” he replied. His voice filled with joy as he pulled...