Chapter 166 Hundred And Sixty Six

• ARIELS POV.
• A month had passed since that cursed night. A whole damn month and Ryan hadn’t touched me once. Not the way a mate should. Not the way a man should.
• Instead, he hovered. Always there. Always watching. Always treating me like I was some fragile glass ornament that might crack under the slightest pressure. His voice had softened, his eyes had dulled into that constant shade of concern, and his hands, those commanding hands that once made me feel like they owned me had turned gentle. Too gentle.