Chapter 95 – The Fragile Morning.
Rina
The sun was only beginning to rise when I woke, a pale gold light spilling across the curtains and painting the room in quiet warmth. For a long time, I just lay there listening to the rhythmic sound of Lucian's breathing beside me. His arm was heavy across my waist, his face turned toward me, his hair slightly disheveled, lips parted in sleep.
He didn't get much rest these days. I could tell by the way his brow creased even when he dreamed, like something inside him refused to let go of control, even here where everything was still and safe.
I turned carefully, letting my fingers trace the faint stubble on his jaw. He stirred, a soft sound escaping him, and his grip tightened slightly around my waist. That small gesture possessive, instinctive made me smile despite the ache in my chest.
