Julian Gray didn’t move for a long moment after the call ended. The line went dead, the screen dimmed, and silence settled over the bedroom like a heavy blanket. But Julian’s expression didn’t shift. No anger. No irritation. No visible reaction at all.
He simply placed Kya's phone back on her nightstand and looked down at the woman sleeping peacefully beside him.
Her cheek rested against his chest, her breath warm and steady. One hand was curled near his ribs, fingers lightly brushing his shirt as she shifted in her sleep. She looked soft. Safe. Completely unaware of the storm raging outside the walls of the Gray mansion.
Julian brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle. She murmured something unintelligible and nuzzled closer, her nose brushing his collarbone. His chest
