Tobi’s POV
I crossed the threshold to find Oscar curled up with Henry on the two-seater sofa. Moira and Lila sat across from them in armchairs, nursing half-empty cups of tea. The coffee table was littered with three drained teapots, and I could tell Moira had been trying to calm Lila—her posture was gentle, her tone low.
As Lila turned toward me, her smile hit me like a freight train. That soft, radiant light that seemed to shine from her whenever I was near—it floored me. Through our bond, I could feel her love pour into me like warmth from the sun, chasing the last of my anger into shadow.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly, crouching in front of her. My hand brushed gently through her hair as I searched her face, scanning for the worry I’d felt through the link.
She nodded, nuzzling he
