Bellas POV
I was drifting in and out of sleep when Nathan’s voice cut through the darkness, soft but urgent.
“I have to go. Before Lucian finds out I was here,” he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from my damp forehead.
My chest tightened. I didn’t want him to leave. Not now. Not ever.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips—light, lingering, filled with unspoken promises.
“I’ll come back. As often as I can,” he promised. “And... here.” He slipped something over my wrist—a delicate silver bracelet shaped like a crescent moon, thin and shining softly even in the dim light.
He traced the smooth curve with his thumb. “If you ever feel scared or lonely, press the tiny button on the side. It’ll light up and send me a signal.”
I traced the moon’s curve, heart swelling and breaking al
