Kieran's POV
The smell of blueberries and warm batter filled the kitchen as I flipped another pancake onto the plate. The morning was quiet, except for the soft hum of the tune I was mindlessly singing.
Nyx was still asleep, and I wanted to surprise her with breakfast. The war had already begun, whether we liked it or not. And honestly, all I planned to do was enjoy every moment I had with her while I still could.
Memories of last night flashed through my mind, her body tangled with mine, the way she whispered my name, the way she looked at me like I was her whole world. Well, I am.
I smiled to myself, shaking my head as I poured more butter into the pan.
I loved every version of Nyx, the fierce warrior, the kind Luna, the stubborn troublemaker when we're alone. The seductive mist
