Deacon gently guided Angel up the staircase, his arm securely around her waist. She leaned into him, the weight of the day beginning to settle into her bones. Swoop and Star padded along beside them, their steps soft and synchronized, as if instinctively knowing their queen needed quiet.
At the top of the stairs, Deacon led her into their bedroom and helped her sit on the edge of the bed. Star immediately hopped onto the comforter, curling up at the foot. Swoop took her place on the windowsill, her luminous eyes reflecting the moonlight.
Luna lingered at the base of the stairs, her body taut with hesitation. Her head turned toward the direction Elias had gone, then back to Angel.
Deacon noticed her unease and walked down a step, crouching so they were eye-level. He rested a hand gently
