Cyra

Waking up in Yorick’s arms, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest, like everything that I have carried on my shoulders for years has been lifted off me.

I roll over in his arms, running my fingers through his hair. He leans forward and kisses my nose before opening eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning.”

Thad begins purring softly as Yorick kisses my forehead. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Good. Special.”

He frowns and looks down at me. ...