Grace POV

Moonlight spills through the window, painting silver patterns across the bedsheets.

I blink slowly, disoriented for a moment. The room is dark and quiet, filled with shadows that should feel threatening after everything I've been through.

But they don't.

Because Ethan is here.

He lies beside me, one arm draped loosely across my waist, his breathing deep and even. In sleep, the hard edges of his face have softened. He looks younger. More ...