#Chapter 36 – Home Sour Home

Celia

Kaelen holds me at last.

It feels just like I had recalled, just as I had dreamed about for so long, and I groan when he shifts, praying he isn't intending on getting up. His arms pull me back up into his lap, curled up on the couch in our suite, laid out under a heavy, furry blanket that feels more like a shield than anything else right now. The fire burns nearby in the