Pandora’s POV

The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow in my room as I tossed a few more outfits into my suitcase. I was excited for the getaway trip with Rolan, but nerves fluttered in my stomach.

We had never spent so much time alone since becoming mates, and the thought of two whole weeks together felt both thrilling and intimidating.

“Do you need any more shoes?” Kiara asked, rummaging through my closet. Her perfectly cheerful demeanor lightened the atmosphere, and I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.

“No, I think I have enough,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as I folded a...