_Dorian’s POV_
The scanner clicked under my thumb, and a soft beep echoed. A moment later, the metallic door slid open with a faint hiss. The warmth inside spilled out, wrapping around me like a blanket after a long storm.
I stepped inside, my boots thudding gently against the wooden floor. The scent of herbs, firewood, and something faintly floral hit my nose. It calmed the storm in my chest.
And then I saw her.
Lyla sat on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair was loose, falling in soft waves around her face. She looked tired—exhausted, even—but still so damn beautiful.
The seer was fast asleep on the bed. Her body was curled up and her breathing was soft and slow.
I took one step forward.
Lyla looked up.
For a split second, fear f
