Lyra lay nestled between the twins, her body still trembling with the residual heat of her unexpected shift, but the acute grip of fear no longer dominated her senses. What lingered now, swirling beneath the surface, was a potent, exquisite anticipation.
Xander was the first to bridge the final gap, his touch gentle yet insistent. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her temple, his fingers brushing a damp strand of hair from her flushed cheek.
“Still with us?” he murmured, his voice a low, comforting rumble, a quiet question filled with tenderness.
Lyra nodded, the movement barely perceptible, her voice a whispered breath. “Yes.” The word was soft, fragile, yet firm with resolve.
Kyson knelt at the edge of the bed, his strong hand covering hers gently, a silent anchor in the rising t
