Chapter 107: What Remains After Light

Serena POV

Leo slept.

Not the restless, haunted half-sleep that had clung to him for weeks—but the deep, boneless kind that only comes after a storm has finally passed. His small chest rose and fell steadily against mine, warm, alive, real.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe too loudly.

Didn’t dare blink for too long.

Lucien knelt beside us on the stone floor of the ritual chamber, one hand braced on the ground, the other resting lightly on ...