Kane’s POV:

For the first time in my life, I was at peace.

Nadia sat across from me at the dinner table. Her fingers hovered over the plate I had personally served her. A soft, hesitant smile lingered on her lips as she watched me. It was small, but it was real. And that was all I needed.

“You're staring, you know that, right?” she murmured, the smile firmly plastered on her face.

“I know,” I answered.

Her brow furrowed slightly. “And you aren't going to stop, are you?” she asked, sounding both annoyed and amused.

“No,” I whispered, holding her gaze. “I won't.”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes,...