Gideons POV
The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of our bedchamber, casting long, pale golden rays across the tangled sheets. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, the air in my chest didn't feel thin. The constant, gnawing edge of Kane’s restlessness was completely gone, replaced by a quiet, roaring warmth that radiated from the center of my chest directly into the soul of the woman sleeping beside me.
I stayed still, resting on my side, supporting my head with one hand while the other gently smoothed a stray lock of red hair away from Sera’s face. She was deep in sleep, her breath even and deep, her body completely relaxed against mine. The shadows that usually lingered around her eyes—the faint, lingering tension of a survivor always waiting for the
