POV: Siena Blake

The house was quiet now, wrapped in a kind of stillness that only came at the end of a long, emotional day. The hallway was dim, shadows stretching softly across the wooden floors. Everything had finally calmed down.

Roman was asleep in the guest bedroom, buried beneath two blankets, his small frame curled protectively around the toy cars he had arranged on the bed like little guards. One of his hands was still clutched tightly to the corner of Lucian’s shirt, like he didn’t want to let go even in sleep.

I stood at the doorway for longer than I needed to, my eyes locked on the...