Chapter 33 Triggers

• Aurelia watched the front door long after the knock faded, the silence pressing in like a second skin. She hadn’t moved since checking the security feed, and her fingers lingered near the lock, double-checking it out of instinct. Whoever it was hadn’t waited—and she didn’t intend to open it for anyone but Callum.
• She paced for a while, barefoot on polished floors, wrapped in his shirt. She should’ve felt ridiculous. She didn’t. The air inside his private sanctuary felt different—charged, protective. Like the walls themselves bore his imprint.
• But that didn’t stop the dreams.