Chapter 219

Celena's Perspective Damn, the atmosphere in this car was thick enough to choke on. I slumped in the passenger seat, pretending to watch the landscape blur past the window, but every one of my senses was traitorously zeroed in on the man behind the wheel. Had I been too impulsive, coming along like this? That reckless wolf spirit in my head had completely taken over, shoving me onto this path. Now, this enclosed space felt like a concentrated jar of Jacob's essence. His familiar scent—a mix of sun-warmed fur, forest earth, and that uniquely appealing male musk—swirled around me, inescapable. It was infuriatingly comforting, making my fingers itch to reach over, to bury my face against the solid strength of his shoulder, just like we used to. The coffee cup I clutched still held the residual warmth from his hands, a heat that seeped into my palm and sent a restless flutter straight to my chest. It felt like a tiny, persistent creature was skittering around inside my