Ronan pov
The transition had been gradual.
First, a few of Elyse’s things appeared in my room. A book on the nightstand. Her favorite blanket draped over the chair. Small pieces of her are integrating into my space.
Then more. Clothes in the wardrobe. Her toiletries are in the bathroom. Her scent was woven into everything.
Until one day, I realized her old room stood empty. And she’d been sleeping in mine for weeks.
It felt right. Natural. Like she’d always been meant to be here.
*Our mate,* Edward purred contentedly. *In our den. Where she belongs.*
“Where she belongs,” I agreed quietly.
The training had been going well. Better than expected, actually. Elyse’s control over her destruction magic was improving daily. She could summon flames without anger now. Could direct them with
