Darius POV
I woke up with Beatrice in my arms and knew I'd never want to wake up any other way again.
She was still asleep, her breathing soft and even against my chest. Her hair had come loose during the night and spilled across the pillow in dark waves. In sleep, her face was peaceful, free from the worry and fear that sometimes shadowed her when she was awake.
Rowan was contentment itself in my mind. "Our mate," he purred. "Safe. Happy. Ours."
"Ours," I agreed silently.
I knew I should get up, and should return to my own room before anyone saw us together. But I couldn't bring myself to move. This moment felt too precious, too perfect to end.
Beatrice stirred, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw me, she smiled, soft and sleepy and beautiful.
"Morning," she murmured.
"Good mor
