The lodge is quiet after the battle. Every creak of the old walls makes me look toward the nursery.
I stand in the doorway of the inner chamber, blood still drying on my skin, watching Sienna nurse our son. Callum nurses with the same fierce focus he seems to bring to everything.
Sienna looks exhausted. Hair a disaster, dark circles carving out the space under her eyes. But looking at her right now? I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.
“You should shower,” she says softly. “You look like you walked through hell.”
“I did.” I cross the room and kneel beside the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then to Callum’s dark hair. He makes a small, contented sound. For the first time in days, neither Sienna nor Callum feels distant through the bond. They’re right here, breathing ag
