KRISTEN'S POV

The first rays of morning light crept through the thin curtains of our cabin, glinting off Eliana’s hair as it sprawled across my chest. For the first time in what felt like ages, I had slept without dreams. No alarms, no blood, no tension—just her warmth and the rhythm of her breathing against me.

I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to shatter that fragile peace we’d built in the last two days. Her skin was soft under my hand, her scent grounding me in a way that ...