Adina’s POV

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the curtains, warming my face. For a moment, everything felt normal and peaceful. Nathan’s scent lingered faintly in the air, grounding me but something in me felt different.

Not pain. Not exhaustion. A quiet hum beneath my skin, a pulse, alive and rhythmic.

I sat up, pressing a hand to my chest. “What is this?” The air around my fingers shimmered faintly, then vanished. Maybe I was imagining it.

Nathan’s side of the bed was ...