Daciana's Point of View
The hotel suite was cloaked in silence when I walked in, broken only by Pete’s soft, rhythmic breathing. He was fast asleep, curled on his side like he was always when he felt safe. Zane had carried him in after the ceremony, his steps as careful and quiet as if he were crossing a minefield. He’d placed Pete gently on the bed, tucked him in, and then left without lingering.
“Goodnight, Star,” he had said before walking out, his tone even but laid with something I couldn’t quite name.
Now, the silence in the room was oppressive. I leaned back against the closed door, inhaling deeply to steady myself. The evening had been a whirlwind—a mix of public smiles, polite conversations, and moments that felt heavier than they should have. My gaze fell on the bracelet o
