Eileen’s POV

Morning came quietly.Too quietly.

The kind of calm that didn’t feel natural—like the stillness before something broke.

I opened my eyes slowly, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before reality settled back in.

Last night.The call.Blackwood.Adrian.

Everything came rushing back at once.

I exhaled softly and pushed myself up, brushing a hand through my hair as I glanced toward the window.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.

Peaceful.Deceptive.

My gaze shifted.

Adrian was still there.

Standing by the window, exactly where he had been hours ago.

He hadn’t moved much.Hadn’t slept.

“You stayed up all night?”

My voice broke the silence...