Morning light streamed in through the curtains, filling the room with warmth. Evelina woke up, feeling snug against Damian, who had his arms wrapped around her and one hand resting on her waist.
For a moment, everything felt peaceful. Safe.
Relia was unusually quiet, and Evelina could feel her presence more than usual. The silence felt strange—not completely comforting, but not overwhelming either. It seemed like Relia was preparing for whatever might happen next.
Damian's breath tickled Evelina's neck, and she smiled faintly, shifting to face him. His silver eyes blinked open slowly, heavy with sleep but soft with affection as they locked onto hers.
"Good morning," he murmured in a voice deep and rough with sleep.
"Good morning," Evelina whispered, her fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
