Caelan POV:
The TV is still on, volume low, throwing muted light across the walls in slow, restless pulses. Some late-night program murmurs in the background, familiar enough to be ignored. Elara sits beside me on the sofa, relaxed, knees drawn up slightly, her presence settling into the room like it’s always belonged.
That still gets me.
“You can use the shower before bed,” I say at last, breaking the quiet, knowing by now she likes to have one before sleeping.
She turns toward me, studying my face with that unnerving calm of hers. “You offering… or suggesting?”
A corner of my mouth lifts. “Offering.”
She rises slowly, deliberately, and moves toward the en-suite. At the doorway she pauses, one hand braced against the frame, and looks back over her shoulder quirking a brow.
“You com
