Winter’s POV

For the first time in what felt like forever, my body gave in. The tension drained from my muscles, my thoughts finally slowed, and sleep pulled me under without resistance. No dreams. No fear. Just darkness, deep and heavy, wrapping around me.

A gentle pressure against my scalp brought me back.

Fingers moved through my hair, slow and familiar, lingering too long to be kind.

“Bunny,” his voice murmured close to me, low and unhurried. “Wake up. We have to get ready to go.” ...