Chapter 27 Twenty-seven

• EVELINE
• Morning light filters through the curtains when I wake, confusion settling over me like a fog. I'm in my own bed—but I don't remember getting here. The last thing I recall is falling asleep on Anton's office couch while waiting for him to finish his meetings.
• Anton's scent clings to the sheets, to my skin, to the air itself. Pine and winter, so strong it's like he's still here. He must have carried me home last night. The thought makes something warm bloom in my chest before I can stop it.