I stirred slowly, the events of the previous night lingering like a fading nightmare, the warehouse, the gunfire, Jessy's sacrifice. But Elias's arms were wrapped around me, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm against my back, and the pup gave a gentle kick, reminding me we were safe. Home.
It was Feb 14th, my 22nd birthday. After everything, I'd almost forgotten. The bond hummed contentedly between us, a quiet assurance that chased away the shadows. I snuggled deeper into the pillows, not quite ready to face the day, when a delicious aroma wafted in: fresh coffee, pancakes, and... vanilla frosting?
My eyes fluttered open fully as Elias shifted behind me, his lips brushing my ear. "Happy birthday, love," he murmured, his voice deep and husky with sleep. I turned in his arms, b
