Arya rushed into Leonardo’s arms, burying herself in his warmth. After so long, they were finally back at the cabin. The fire crackled in the hearth, wrapping them in its golden heat, but it was nothing compared to the way he held her.

“How was your day?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the moment.

“Chaotic,” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled him closer. “But I got answers.”

“Ditto.” He exhaled, his breath ghosting over her skin. “We haven’t had this in forever. Just us. No war. No blood. No ghosts.” He brushed his lips over her hair, inhaling...