River opened her eyes.
Heiko had stopped pacing. He stood at the window, one hand clenched on the sill, his other curled at his side like he was fighting off demons.
She walked to him, silent but sure.
She reached for his hand and took it in hers.
He flinched slightly—surprised—but didn’t pull away.
River pressed her forehead gently to his arm and whispered:
“You don’t have to say anything. I know. I know what you’re feeling. But I’m here. And I believe in you.”
He stiffened, then turned slowly, searching her eyes for something he didn’t dare name.
“River…” he said hoarsely. “I don’t deserve this. I’m cursed. I’ve hurt so many. I’ve spent most of my life being used as a weapon… and now, to have a mate like you… a child… what if I fail you both?”
River reached up, cupping his jaw w
