Blake's POV

The morning sunlight streamed through my window, warm and golden, but it did nothing to chase away the remnants of the storm we’d survived last night. My body felt strange, familiar, yet wholly my own again. I could feel every inch of it, every muscle, every heartbeat, and yet I carried the weight of what we’d just been through. The switch had ended, but the connection it forged between Elena and me lingered like electricity in the air, impossible to ignore.

I sat up slowly, ...