Serena woke up slowly, blinking her eyes open as she adjusted to her surroundings. Surprisingly, she didn't feel disoriented or even shocked to find herself nestled in this man's arms. Instead, she felt a strange sense of contentment, something she hadn't expected. Her gaze fell on the small white button on his shirt, right in her line of sight, and she inhaled deeply, trying to calm her racing heart.
Somehow, the scent of this man- her husband, she'd come to assoiciate with safety and calm.
The previous night had been harrowing, leaving her on edge. It had taken her hours to finally drift off, only managing to find sleep as dawn broke.
From disbelief over having overheard the plan to harm her and believieng it to be Aiden to coming to realize that his father's voice matched him perfectly. And then being kidnapped by that filthy man and the things... she shuddered at the memory.