Mira's POV
The sunlight hadn't even touched the curtains when I woke up.
The air felt different. It felt calmer but I was giddy on the inside.
My fingers reached instinctively for the other side of the bed, but Jace's warmth was gone. His scent lingered though. His clean, masculine and grounding smell that made me want to snuggle into him every time. It was all over the sheets, in my hair, in the quiet hum of the morning.
For a long moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the reality of it all settle in.
Today.
Today, I was marrying the love of my life again.
Not because we had to. Not because someone's signature demanded it or because of some letter his father wrote years ago. But because we wanted to. Because every storm we'd walked through somehow led back here.
