Moira's POV

The morning light filters through the curtains of the guest quarters at Apex Palace. I stretch carefully, feeling the pleasant soreness in my muscles from last night. Logan's arm is draped across my waist, and Lucas is pressed against my back, his breath warm on my shoulder.

'We should probably get up,' I think, not really wanting to move.

Logan stirs first, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Morning, beautiful."

"Morning," I ...