Grey’s POV

The faint light of dawn spread across the room, casting long shadows on the wall. My eyes opened slowly, and the first thing I felt was warmth pressed against me.

Aurora’s body was snug against mine, her breath soft and even, her chest rising in a steady rhythm that pressed lightly against my side.

She had slept the whole night without a single nightmare, without screams or sudden jolts awake. For days I had feared she might never rest peacefully again.

Seeing her like this, ...