Kael's POV
Roman followed after her quietly to her place. "I've set up a cushioned space for you," he said, gesturing to the arrangement by the large glass window. "You can sit or lie down comfortably. Vixen can't be exposed to the cold for long. If she stays on the floor with you, it'll affect her health—and her babies."
Without protest, Eira settled into the space he had prepared. A soft mattress was spread across the floor, layered with warm, thick sheets and a backrest placed just right. Roman had taken care of every detail.
Of course he had. The bastard always had a flair for doing the right thing at the right time. He must have come home early just to arrange all this, knowing she would want to sit here.
No one would believe this was the same man who used to bully Eira relentlessly, the same man she once despised with a passion. And yet now, he was turning into the epitome of chivalry—gentle, attentive, protective.
