HIRAM’S POV:
When I have given the orders, I make my way to my room. I walk in to find June sitting quietly on my bed. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts shadows over her face, but even from here, I can see the tension in her posture.
My gaze lingers on her for a few seconds before she looks up and realizes I’m there.
“You are here,” she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, and I shut the door, the sound echoing in the silent room. Without hesitation, I walk toward her.
As I close the space between us, she tilts her head up to meet my eyes. The air between us feels heavy, and her eyes look darker than usual. I run my hands gently over the skin beneath them, searching for tears, but they’re dry. It doesn’t matter—I can feel her pain radiating from her.
“You must
