There, She saw Vaughn lying peacefully on the couch.
Relief crashed over her in waves, nearly bringing her to her knees. He was safe. He was right there. Amara’s knees almost buckled as the tension drained from her body, leaving her weak but infinitely grateful.
Vaughn was curled up beside Rowan, his small hand resting gently on Rowan’s arm as if he had instinctively sought comfort in the man who he didn't know was his father. Rowan, despite the pain he must have been in, lay still, his eyes closed, his face a mixture of exhaustion and calm.
Amara stood there, watching them, her heart aching with a strange mix of emotions. The scene before her was unexpectedly tender, almost serene, in contrast to the chaos of the night before, a contrast to the chaos of her life.
Vaughn looked so peac
