SILAS POV
I just wanted to bring her coffee.
That was it. Nothing else. No agenda. No pushing. No claiming. Just coffee, because it was Christmas morning and because her entire family drank it black with a pinch of cinnamon like it was some sacred ritual passed down through blood and stubbornness.
I’d remembered that.
Of course I had.
The mug was warm in my hand as I walked down the hallway, the scent of coffee and spice steadying me, grounding me. Seiryu was awake, restless but contained, pacing behind my eyes like a caged storm. He knew it was christmas morning. He knew it mattered. He knew we had to change her memories about Christmas time. She had loved winter holidays growing up. And it mattered for me bringing that love back.
The house was quiet in that fragile way it only ev
