Wyatt Yardley first helped Seraphina Caldwell put on the Beast Skin cloak.
He crouched in front of her, carefully arranging the thick fur edges and pulling the hood snug.
He checked every seam and every clasp.
"If you feel cold on the road, just tell me, and I'll wrap you up tighter."
Seraphina was pulled into his arms.
The cloak, still warm from the oven, carried a cozy scent.
She was wrapped up tightly, the misty rain outside couldn't even touch her skin.
Not a single drop of rain could seep in.
She looked up, peeking at him from the small gap in the hood.
Her gaze fell on his chin, where the lines were taut.
He was staring down at the ground as he walked, his fringe hanging before his eyes.
When she first entered this world, it all felt unreal.
Every day she had to remind herself that this was not a dream.
She saw these Beast Husbands as characters from a story, mere tools in a novel plot.
