POV: Siena Blake

The laughter still echoed softly in the kitchen as the Voss family slowly settled in. The earlier tension, thick and heavy, had melted away like morning mist under the warmth of the sun. I watched Lucian across the table, his eyes gentle as they met mine. He squeezed my hand again under the cluttered surface, a small but steady anchor in the midst of unfamiliar faces.

Roman sat beside his grandfather, his little fingers gripping a croissant, eyes shining with pure delight. I smiled, heart full, as I caught him stealing glances at me, his joy so innocent and pure that it almost made the weight of...