Lori lay in Attia's arms, her body still tingling from the night's passion. The marks on their necks pulsed with warmth—a constant reminder of the bond they had sealed. She felt safe, protected, loved.
But something was wrong.
She couldn't shake the feeling that the peace was fragile. That outside these walls, the world was waiting to tear them apart.
Attia seemed to sense her unease. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer.
"What is it?" he murmured against her hair.
Lori hesitated.
"Your family," she said quietly. "They won't take this well. I know you tol me to drop it, but there is something that is not letting me rest…"
Attia was silent for a moment. His hand moved in slow circles on her back, soothing and grounding.
"They'll have to accept it," he said finally. "We'
