Rain POV
The morning sun cut through the window, hot and sharp, landing directly on my face. I groaned and lifted my hand, trying to shield my eyes from the light.
That's when I felt it. His arms wrapped around me, strong, steady, pulling me back into the solid heat of his chest. Batista. His breath tickled the back of my neck, slow and even. Still asleep.
I turned my head slightly, and my eyes landed on him. His face looked softer when he slept—like the hard edges of the warrior disappeared and left behind only a man. I couldn't even blame him for sleeping so soundly. We had almost spent the whole night tangled together, making love until neither of us could breathe anymore.
It had been one week and three days since I shifted. One week and three days since everything changed.
And honestly? It still felt unreal.
Me. Rain. The poor dirty slave girl everyone used to laugh at, spit at, beat down. And now… the Starborn. The prophecy. The so-called savior of humanity.
