Gideons POV
It had only been three days since Sera started giving Olivia those drawing lessons every morning. I still found it weird that Olivia—of all people—had suddenly taken up a passion for charcoal and sketchpads, but I was genuinely thankful for it.
Sera had become almost a whole new person. She was happier, radiant, and seemed to have an endless reservoir of energy lately. Every evening when we collapsed into bed, I still pushed warm, restorative healing energy into her, making sure her body was completely recouped from the trauma of her past. But whatever she and Olivia were doing during those early morning sessions was breathing fresh, vibrant life into her.
I lay on my side, propped up on one elbow in the soft morning light, watching her sleep before she woke up.
She was so
