Chapter 159: The Tunic Thief
Sophia's shriek still echoed through the house when his voice cut through it, low and dry as smoke.
"That's not how I expected you to welcome me. I thought we were past the shrieking stage?"
The words drew her up short. Her breath hitched in her throat. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the frantic beat of her pulse and then came him.
That scent. That maddening, intoxicating scent that seemed to creep into her lungs and coil around her rib. It filled her home before she even saw him. She hated that her knees weakened from just that.
She swallowed hard, fighting the warmth spreading through her chest, trying to push it away. The pull between them was like invisible hands tugging her forward, wrapping around her as if to remind her that no matter how far she tried to run from it, from him, it would always find her.
Her voice came out smaller than she wanted. "What are you doing here?"
