His breathing is slow and steady. My fingers drift over the mark on his chest. Even after all the fighting, the ritual, and the bad news, he didn’t leave my side for a second. This guy who growls at shadows to keep me safe spent hours whispering to my stomach like it was the most important thing in the world.
“You’re overthinking,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. His thumb moves in slow circles where the baby gives a sleepy little kick. We both grin.
“Can’t help it,” I admit. “It’s almost midnight. Elara, Savannah, Darius—they’re all waiting.”
Kieran’s arm tightens around me. He kisses my hair, then the mark on my shoulder. “Let ‘em wait. Right now it’s just us.”
I twist to see his face—no gold left in his eyes, just stormy gray and something raw that makes my throat tight. My palm rasp
