The morning sunlight crept softly into the packhouse, painting golden streaks across the floor. I blinked against the light, feeling the warmth of Asher’s body beside me. For a moment, nothing existed except the steady rhythm of his breathing, the quiet hum of our bond still lingering from the night before.
I smiled, letting the memory of our evening together linger. No shadows, no fighting, no chaos—just him, just us. It was the kind of peace I didn’t realize I’d been craving for so long.
Asher stirred, stretching his long limbs and brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “Morning.” he murmured, his voice low, warm.
“Morning.” I replied, sitting up carefully, my body still sore from the previous week’s training and battles.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, silent, letting th
