DAMIEN’S POV

A week had passed since that nightmare in the forest bunker, and every single day felt like walking on thin ice.

Rose was healing—physically, at least. But I knew the real damage was deeper. Nightmares still woke her up in the middle of the night, heart racing, body slick with sweat. She’d curl into me, trembling, and I’d hold her until the shaking stopped. I never asked what she saw in those dreams. I didn’t need to. I just held her tighter and whispered that she was safe until she believed it again.

Today, I couldn’t leave her alone at home. Not yet. So I brought her with...