The morning slipped in through the edges—soft light through tall windows, quiet footsteps in distant corridors, the slow return of life after rest. But Orion was already awake. Not fully risen. Just awake. Lying there, eyes open, staring at nothing in particular as the remnants of sleep faded—but not completely. Something lingered. Not the images. Not clearly. But the feeling. That split second where everything had almost— He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face before pushing himself up. The room was still.
Camille had stirred first—soft, restless sounds pulling Selene gently from sleep. She had risen without thinking, instinct guiding her steps until she stood beside the crib.
Now Camille was awake.
Selene glanced over her shoulder as Orion moved. “You didn’t sleep long.” Hi
