Tyrell's POV
Cathy’s words echoed in my mind, soft but unshakable. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her voice, though hoarse and weak, carried a weight that settled deep in my chest, a weight I wasn’t sure I could bear.
Her hands were still on mine, warm and trembling, and I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Not yet. Not when she was looking at me like that, like I was something worth holding onto, something worth staying for.
I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I shouldn’t have let her get this close. But here we were, her head resting against my shoulder, her breath shallow but steady, and me, a vampire who had sworn never to let a human matter this much, holding her like she was the only thing keeping me grounded.
Nate cleared his throat from across the room, his arms cross
