POV: Lucian Voss

The house had finally fallen into a peaceful quiet that felt both comforting and fragile. Roman was asleep upstairs, his soft breathing the only sound reminding us of the little life we had built amid so much chaos. Siena was beside me on the couch, her head resting against my chest, and I could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath my palm. Moments like these were rare—sacred, even—and I refused to take them for granted.

I tightened my arm around her, holding her closer as if to physically protect the fragile sense of peace we’d fought so hard to create.

“I still can’t believe they...