Chapter 154
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The scent hit me the moment I walked in–several young Frost Pack warriors were celebrating in an
adjacent room, and the heavy smell of cigar smoke seeped through the connecting door, thick and cloying
and absolutely unbearable. My stomach lurched violently, and I made it to the private bathroom just in
time, retching into the toilet as my body rebelled.
“Violet?” A knock on the door, followed by Daemon’s voice, low and concerned. “Are you alright?”
My heart stopped. Of all the people to find me like this, it had to be him. “Don’t come in!” I managed
between heaves. “I’m fine, it’s just… the smoke is too strong.”
But the door opened anyway, and then he was there, crossing the small space to crouch beside me as I knelt
on the cold tile, one hand coming to rest on my back in a gesture so familiar it made my chest ache. “You’re
sick. I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“No need,” I forced out, reaching for the sink to pull myself up on shaking legs. I turned on the tap, cupping
cold water to rinse my mouth, hyperaware of his presence behind me. “I have an old stomach condition. I’ll
be fine with some medicine.”
Daemon’s wolf stirred behind his eyes, but he didn’t press. Instead, his hand moved to my elbow, steadying
me as I swayed slightly. “At least let me help you to the couch. You can’t go out there like this.”
I wanted to refuse, but my body had other ideas. The exhaustion was back, heavier than before, and I found
myself nodding, letting him guide me to the small sitting area in the preparation room’s corner.
“The ceremony doesn’t start for another two hours,” he said firmly, pressing me down onto the sofa. “Rest.”
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over me, and the familiar scent of him–cold cedar and
leather, underneath the expensive cologne–threatened to undo all my careful control. I wanted to push it
away, to tell him I didn’t need his concern, but the words wouldn’t come.
Instead, I felt my eyes drifting closed despite every intention to stay awake. The sofa was comfortable and his jacket was warm and I was just so tired, tired in a way that went beyond physical exhaustion into something cellular and inescapable.
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I woke to the sound of soft conversation and the feel of something warm covering me. For a confused
moment, I couldn’t place where I was–the light was all wrong, slanting through windows at a different
angle–and then memory crashed back and I jerked upright, my heart hammering.
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The preparation room was empty except for Daemon, who sat in the same chair, his tie loosened and his
sleeves rolled up as if he’d been sitting there for hours. Which, I realized with growing horror as I checked
my phone, he had been. It was nearly seven PM. The ceremony was over. I’d slept through the entire thing.
“The ceremony,” I croaked, my voice rough with sleep. “I missed it?!”
“Sienna came to check on you around five,” Daemon said calmly. “I told her you were exhausted and needed
to rest. She understood. Said to tell you they got plenty of photos and you can celebrate with her later.”
Guilt crashed over me in waves. I’d missed my best friend’s bonding ceremony because I’d been too weak to
stay awake. “I can’t believe I-” My voice cracked and I pressed my hands to my face. “She must think I’m the
worst friend in the world.”
“She doesn’t.” Daemon’s voice was quiet but certain. “She was more worried about you than upset. Kept
asking if I thought you needed a doctor.”
I lowered my hands to find him watching me with that same unreadable expression, and something in his gaze made my chest tight. This was too much–his presence, his care, the jacket still draped over my shoulders that made my traitorous body want to lean into the comfort he represented even though I knew
better.
“Thank you for letting me rest,” I managed, my voice carefully controlled as I stood and folded his jacket,
holding it out to him. “But I need to go now.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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