Keya's POV:
**Keya’s POV**
We were all sitting in the dining room, crowded around the long wooden table that had seen far too many tense meetings over the past months. But tonight it felt different.
Warm.
Alive.
Laughter bounced off the walls, glasses clinked softly, and the smell of food still lingered in the air. Someone had pushed the windows open earlier, letting the cool evening breeze slip inside.
For the first time in a long while… it felt like home.
Not a hideout.
Not a war room.
Not a place where we whispered strategies and worst-case scenarios.
Just home.
I leaned back in my chair, watching everyone with a quiet smile tugging at my lips. My chest felt lighter than it had in weeks. Maybe months.
For once, there wasn’t a knot of anger sitting in my stomach. No desperate
