Elena's POV

I woke up choking on air.

Not from fear. Not from pain.

From relief so sudden and sharp it felt like my lungs had forgotten how to work.

I gasped, sitting up too fast, the room tilting for a second before snapping into place. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar but no longer wrong. Pale wood beams. Soft morning light filtering through half‑drawn curtains. The house Harry had taken us to. The one meant to keep us safe.

The storm was gone.

No thunder. No rain slamming against the ...