Roman's POV
The entire day had been spent managing the chaos in the estate, each of us handling different matters alongside our security teams and commandos. Some of our own were dead, the injured were being treated in the hospital, and the corpses of our enemies had been gathered onto trucks to be sent back to those bastards who had caused it all—dumped on their doorstep like rotting gifts.
By the time we returned home in the evening, an unexpected sight greeted us.
At the far end of the drawing room, beside Vixen's small house, Eira sat slumped against the wall, fast asleep. Her legs were folded to the side, her head resting slightly forward, and in her arms she cradled Vixen, who was sleeping just as soundly.
Both of them were completely unaware of the world around them.
