Joan’s P.O.V
The morning sunlight barely crept through the curtains, soft and golden, brushing over our tangled bodies like a whisper. I blinked awake slowly, my body sore in the best way, still aching with the memory of the night before. Raven’s arm was draped over my waist, his face relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted. Peaceful.
And gosh, i loved him.
More than i thought i could love anything, especially after what i’d become. But every time he stood between me and the world, between me and people like Rowen, my heart cracked open wider for him.
He didn’t flinch when i lost control. He didn’t hesitate to defend me, not once. When i looked in his eyes, i didn’t see fear or disgust. I saw belief. And that meant everything.
Last night, i’d fallen for him all over again.
It wasn’t j
