There she was.
Amara lay on the bed, her face peaceful in sleep. Next to her, Vaughn was curled up, his small body rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing.
Rowan felt a wave of relief wash over him, a feeling so rare it almost startled him. In the past twelve hours, he had imagined a thousand scenarios, each one worse than the last. But here she was, safe, untouched.
That’s all it mattered.
He took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest, a strange mix of emotions swirling within him. Relief.. anger.. fear.. love.. all of them collided in a maelstrom of feeling. He stood over her for a moment, just watching, just drinking in the sight of her, safe and alive.
Amara stirred in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Rowan’s breath hitched, his body tensing. He had
