Elena's POV

The storm had settled into something steady by nightfall.

Not loud anymore. Not violent. Just rain sliding endlessly down the windows and thunder murmuring low in the distance like it was keeping a secret. The kind of storm that didn’t demand attention but made everything feel heavier. Slower. Intimate.

I lay awake on the bed Harry had arranged for me, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rhythm of the rain. My body felt too alert for sleep. My thoughts kept circling one ...