KIERAN’S POV
For the second time, I woke to cold sheets and space. My hand slid across the mattress, meeting only rumpled fabric.
Instantly awake, I pushed up on one elbow, scanning the dark room.
“Sera?”
The bathroom door was slightly ajar, moonlight spilling through the gap.
A tight knot formed in my chest.
I was on my feet in seconds, crossing the room without bothering to mask the urgency in my stride.
After all the heaviness of the day and how she’d collapsed in my arms, I did not take her absence lightly.
“Sera?” I called again, sharper now.
I pushed the bathroom door open—and froze.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Moonlight poured through the tall window, unfiltered and silver, draping the room in a quiet radiance that made it feel almost sacred.
Sera stood in the center of that pale glow, completely still, head tilted slightly upward as if listening to something only she could hear.
