~Leo’s~

"You never really get to choose when peace shows up. You either accept it... or you watch it leave."

Leo stands by the floor-to-ceiling window of his study, sipping lukewarm coffee that Blair swears she brewed five minutes ago, but he knows it’s been sitting longer than that. Sunlight slants across the glass. Below, the driveway looks like nothing ever happened here—no betrayal, no breakdown, no war.

He exhales.

“I think I’m done,” he says.

Blair doesn’t look up from the stack of folders in her lap, but her brow arches. “With?”

He turns slightly, smirking at her tone. Always sharp. Always aware.

“The past,” he says.

She finally...