Sweet ride back home (part 1)

Never in her life had she been more grateful to lean her weight against Arkin who never took his eyes off her as he guided her to the carriage and opened the door. Despite the darkness of the night, she could still make out Egon's figure, just a step behind.

Adela cherished their mate bond, feeling its heightened magnetic pull. The palpable connection between them brought a profound sense of completeness, as if the void she had unknowingly carried within her was now fully filled. The bond that had occupied her thoughts and caused restless nights now served to reaffirm their closeness, it held a purpose that extended beyond measure.

"I will handle the carriage," Arkin spoke gently, his warm hazel eyes filled with concern as he assisted Adela into the carriage. She knew she should inquire about the coachman, but she had witnessed Arkin's firm grip on him, and she lacked the energy to do so.