LEANDER’S POV
The moment I stepped through the front door, I was hit with the familiar scent of cinnamon and clove. Dawn always had something baking—or recently baked—and it gave the house a comforting warmth that reminded me I was somewhere safe.
Or… supposed to be.
“Leander!” Dawn’s voice came from the kitchen before I even had the chance to call out. Her footsteps hurried across the hardwood floor, and then she appeared, smiling wide as she wrapped me in a warm, gentle hug.
I stiffened slightly—not because of her—but because the softness caught me a little off guard after everything that had happened.
Still, I returned the hug.
“Just so you know, I’ve been practicing for days. I promised myself I wouldn’t slip and call you Silver on your first day back home. And look, I actually p
