The warmth of the library was a fragile barrier against the chaos and fear lurking outside its walls. Christian sat in a leather armchair by the fire, his dark gaze steady as it lingered on Daisy. She had tucked Katie under her arm, the little girl’s tears softening to sniffles as she cradled her mug of tea.
Daisy’s voice, quiet and soothing, filled the space as she murmured reassurances to Katie, promising her that no harm would come to her again. The Moon’s Tear glowed faintly at her throat, its light reflecting in the child’s wide eyes.
Christian’s chest tightened as he watched them. The bond they shared hummed faintly in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of the connection that tethered him to Daisy. She was tired—he could see it in the faint slump of her shoulders, the slight
