VICTOR’S POV
The air outside was sharp with cold and tension. I stepped out onto the porch, intent on checking the perimeter one last time before calling it a night.
But I stopped dead in my tracks.
There they were. Megan and Sebastian curled into each other like no one else existed. Her head rested on his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She looked... peaceful. And he looked like he was exactly where he belonged.
A strange ache twisted in my chest. It shouldn’t have surprised me, but it still stung like a blade slipping between ribs.
I stood there too long, staring, trying to decide whether to interrupt or walk away and pretend I hadn’t seen it.
Megan shifted then, her eyes opened slightly. She blinked, and our gazes locked across the dim porch light.
Her breath caugh
