Isla POV
The first thing I notice is the peace.
The kind that wraps around you instead of suffocating you, the kind that lets you rest.
I wake up slowly, my cheek pressed against something warm—solid—and familiar.
Zayne.
My fingers curl slightly where they’re resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath my palm. There’s no panic in my body, it feels strange, new even.
But not wrong.
I tilt my head slightly, looking up at him. He’s already awake. His eyes are on me, quiet, observant, like they’ve been there for a while.
“You stare a lot,” I murmur, voice still thick with sleep.
His mouth tilts slightly. “You moved throughout your sleep, baby.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“You stole the blanket, literally.”
I narrow my eyes. “You literally sleep like a human
