BRAHAM'S POV
The house was finally quiet.
Leo was asleep at Renan's parents' place for the night—a sleepover that had been planned weeks ago and that we'd forgotten about in the chaos of hearings and gatherings.
Callie had gone home with Renan hours ago after making sure Millie ate something and wasn't spiraling.
Which left just the two of us in the sprawling silence of my private estate, miles from the nearest neighbor, surrounded by nothing but empty space, a pool and moonlight.
Millie stood by the bedroom window, still in the dress she'd worn all day, staring out at the darkness. The moonlight caught her profile, and I saw the exhaustion etched into every line of her face—but also something else. A tension that hadn't been there this morning.
"Come to bed," I said softly from wher
