TYR

Her breathing was soft and calm.

It was the first sound I heard when I opened my eyes. For a long moment, I didn’t move. I stayed there on my side, watching Zuri.

The morning light spilled faintly through the curtains, brushing against her bare shoulder where the sheet had slipped.

Strands of her hair curled across her cheek, rising and falling with each breath. There had been too many mornings in my life filled with war, with blood, and endless pacing. I’d not had one like this ...