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AUTHOR’S POV
The night was still, wrapped in the hush of a world at rest. The dim glow of a bedside lamp bathed the room in soft, golden hues as Vincein pushed the door open quietly, stepping inside without making a sound.
His sharp eyes fell on the bed, where both Sloane and Vivian laid, curled up against each other.
The slow rise and fall of their chests signaled their peaceful slumber, and for the first time in a long while, Vincein felt the tension in his shoulders loosen.
They were his family.
His only family.
His entire world had been reduced to these two women, and he had sworn long ago that nothing—nothing—would ever touch them.
Sloane had already been through hell once. She didn’t deserve to relive that nightmare.
And Vivian—Vivian had never been involved in
