Chapter 45

• Rose's POV
• The house was dimly lit, warm yet shadowed, the soft flicker of a single lamp casting golden patterns along the walls. My eyes wandered over the space, absorbing every detail—the sleek furniture, the masculine scent in the air, the quiet hum of something intimate and charged. There was an underlying wildness here, something untamed. Like him.
• “Is this where you live?” I asked, my voice a little too soft, a little too unsure.