Liana's POV
The night air was cool, and I found myself drifting in and out of sleep. A small wave of cold rushed up my skin, but for each wave that coursed through my skin, Kieran's arms was there to offer me the warmth I never knew needed.
Against my better judgement, I found myself leaning closer into him. He was ripped and muscular, I always knew that, but tonight was different. Tonight, he radiated a king of warmth I never be was capable of giving. Perhaps it had everything to do with the fact that he was carrying me like I didn't weigh a single penny.
I knew how many breaks I had to take before I arrived at the warehouse, and here he was, still going like he was running on some sort of extra energy. I wasn't a sorcerer, but I knew he'd spent more energy dealing with those criminals. From the state they were in, I was sure he didn't spare them, so how was he still standing and going strong?
