SILVER'S POV
Kaia had fallen asleep on me.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I should move. I sat there, cradling her gently in my arms, and just watched her sleep. Her breath was steady, her features relaxed in a way I rarely saw. The ever-vigilant warrior was at rest for once. And she seemed really tired—so much so that I couldn't help but wonder when last she slept well.
I hesitated.
Should I wake her? Would she be able to go back to sleep if I did? Would she be angry if I carried her? Maybe she needed this moment more than she realized.
My gaze drifted down to her face—so soft, so peaceful. She looked nothing like the fierce, sharp-eyed fighter I was familiar with. No, right now she was just… Kaia. Soft. Peaceful. Vulnerable. And unbelievably tired.
Yeah, I wasn’t waking her. That’s not
