The silence of night settled thickly over the top floor of the hotel.
The noise of the city barely reached this high—only the soft hush of the wind whispered between the walls, as if the world itself were holding its breath, listening to see if something might stir inside.
The suite stood in darkness—only shadows revealed the bed, the chairs, the book on the coffee table, and the two bodies curled together beneath the blanket.
Lennox was fast asleep.
Finally.
For the first time in days.
He wasn't the world champion now, not a fighter, not a protector.
Just a man, who could finally hold the one he feared losing most.
His arm was wrapped around Sloane, one hand resting on her waist, his breathing soft, calm.
And then—something shifted.
At first, just a small tremor.
As if Sloane w
