Amara’s POV
The morning passed in quiet simplicity. Caden stayed close, his hand occasionally brushing mine as if he needed to reassure himself I was still there. We didn’t talk much about the dream or the bond, but his presence was enough to keep my anxieties at bay.
As we headed down to breakfast, the house was unusually quiet. Ryder and Jaxon had already left, and for once, I didn’t feel the weight of tension between any of us.
Caden and I shared breakfast in companionable silence, a rhythm falling between us as we moved around the kitchen. It felt normal—domestic even—and I found myself savoring the quiet moments, the sound of plates clinking and coffee pouring.
After breakfast, Caden leaned against the counter, watching me with a soft intensity that made my stomach flip. “Wh
