Lucian's POV
*She invited you to stay,* Fenrir reminded me, his excitement pulsing through our bond. *That means something.*
*It means she's being polite,* I countered, though I couldn't completely squash the hope blooming in my chest.
Dinner proceeded with surprising harmony. Lily, clearly exhausted from our beach day, grew progressively lazier with each bite.
"I'm tiiiired," she whined, pushing her plate away dramatically.
"Let me help," I offered, taking her fork. I carefully gathered a bite of food, making a little airplane sound that made her giggle. "Here comes the jet plane... ready for landing?"
She opened her mouth eagerly, and something in my chest expanded watching her eyes light up. My daughter. My beautiful, precious daughter who had no idea how much I woul
