Amelia’s POV
The packhouse is finally quiet. For the first time in weeks, the air does not feel heavy with Elsa's presence. No one is rushing to get away from Elsa. The only thing is now the news, the terrified whispers about rogues gathering at our borders, but they are gone now. Tonight, the silence feels like heaven. Still, it is not an empty silence. It is filled with the lingering warmth of safety, of knowing the people I care for are sleeping peacefully in their beds. The triplets are safe, and I can relax.
I find myself standing at the tall window in the common room, looking out over the courtyard bathed in silver light. The guards Ryan placed at their posts move like shadows along the perimeter, steady and disciplined. He has always been like that, steady, disciplined, protectiv
