Dravina POV

The sun was already climbing high when the first cars rolled up the gravel drive, tires crunching in a familiar rhythm that stirred something in my chest. I stood at the front steps, Seraphina balanced against my hip while Lucian clung to Malrik’s hand, his small steps determined but wobbly.

From the yard came a low hum of voices and laughter, drifting through the warm air where balloons swayed gently and long tables gleamed with platters of food, chilled drinks, and gifts ...