Blade’s P.O.V.
The room was quiet except for the steady sound of Meghan’s breathing. Her head rested on my chest, her hand curled over my heart like she was holding on to me even in her sleep. The sight of her—safe, warm, and still with me—made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t used to.
I kissed the top of her head softly, careful not to wake her. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to lose this moment of peace. Last night had been chaos.
Fire.
Pain.
Fear.
But this morning, with Meghan in my arms, I finally felt something close to calm.
The door creaked open, and my sharp hearing picked up the familiar footsteps even before his scent hit me.
Adam.
My older brother leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. His dark hair was still damp from a showe
