Ellie POV
Kieran’s visits had become more frequent since the morning of the attack. It wasn’t unusual for him to show up at the packhouse under some pretense, usually to speak with Nolan about security, and then somehow find a few minutes alone with me afterward.
I had stopped trying to question it. Part of me didn’t mind the company, and another part knew it was easier not to fight the inevitable.
After everything that had happened, the thought of stability, of safety, had become a kind of lifeline. The boys were my first thought when I woke up, my last before I went to sleep, and every fear I carried was tied to them.
The dreams, the woman who had attacked me, the goddess’s whispers at the edge of my consciousness, it all felt like a storm brewing on the horizon.
So when Kieran su
