Selene's POV
The world was warm again.
Aria’s small body was curled into mine, her lashes fluttering against my collarbone as she drifted into a nap, soft, rhythmic breathing that had become the sound I missed most in the world. Her fingers clung to the hem of my shirt, like she was afraid I’d disappear again if she let go.
I held her tighter.
Sunlight poured in through the garden windows, soft and golden. The nanny, Samira, had brought us both water and a light throw blanket. I’d thanked her with a smile that barely touched my lips because even now, I was afraid this peace was borrowed. That it would be snatched from me before I could hold onto it long enough to believe it was mine again.
I closed my eyes and buried my nose in Aria’s hair. She still smelled like honey.
How? How had
