The morning light cut through the curtains in pale, golden streaks, laying across the tangled sheets. Selene stirred first, her body sore in ways that told her last night wasn’t a dream. She opened her eyes to find Adrian lying beside her, his chest rising and falling steadily, the faintest crease in his brow even in sleep.
For a fleeting second, she let herself watch him. The way his hair had fallen over his forehead, the way his arm was still draped over her as if even unconscious, he wasn’t ready to let her go. And her chest ached—because she knew exactly who he was. Her brother. Cole’s son.
The memory of his touch still burned on her skin, but beneath it was the creeping chill of reality. She slipped quietly out of bed, wrapping herself in the nearest shirt she found, trying to gathe
