*MIRA’S POV*

*Later that night…*

Trae was sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to wake him. Even after he was so badly injured after our first meeting, I had never seen him truly rest. Seeing him so tranquil now was a rare sight, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from his shoulders. I kissed him tenderly on his forehead, savoring his familiar scent of sandalwood and a refreshing ocean breeze, then carefully slipped out of the tent, mindful ...