The world had never felt so bright.
Rayla lay tangled in Asher’s arms, her head resting on his chest as the early morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, painting his skin in gold. His heartbeat was steady beneath her ear, a rhythm she had come to know as well as her own. There were no more secrets between them—no shadows, no doubts. Just this: his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back, her lips brushing the scar over his heart, the quiet certainty that they were exactly where they were meant to be.
Perfect. The word echoed in her mind as she tilted her head to study his sleeping face—the sharp line of his jaw, the dark lashes fanning over his cheekbones, the slight part of his lips as he breathed. Even in sleep, he looked like something carved from legends, beautiful and unto
