Dravina POV

Two Years Later

The war with Marzena and Roarke felt like it belonged to another lifetime.

These days, the only battles Malrik and I fought were over who got stuck with diaper duty or who could coax the loudest giggles from the twins.

Our babies were turning one, and the house hummed with energy as we prepared for their birthday celebration.

The last year had been a blur busy, blessed, exhausting. Wrapped in our own little bubble, we’d shifted into a life where sleepless ...