~Sam~
After all the crying, blood, the door slamming, the half-died and half-healed nonsense, the halls finally held normal sounds of joy again. Plates clinked in the dining room, someone laughed in the kitchen, one of the guards tripped over a chair and cursed loud enough for the whole wing to hear.
Dominic was up and moving around the house again, slower but I still thanked every god I knew for each morning. He stayed stiff when he thought nobody watched, and he spent half his time checking the windows, doors, the twins, me, then the hallway again like the universe might sneak back in through a crack and steal everything if he blinked.
I pretended to find his hovering annoying.
I also kept smiling whenever his hand brushed mine while he passed by, which made me look weak in a way I refused to discuss with anybody.
