HELENA POV
*invisible string - Tailor Swift*
The full moon was high in the sky, bright enough to turn the snow silver.
For a strange, fleeting second, it felt like even Selene herself was watching us—quiet, approving, like a final blessing given without words. Maybe she was. Or maybe I just needed to believe that someone, somewhere, thought this happiness was allowed.
Silas stopped at the edge of the back porch.
The night was cold, sharp enough to bite through skin and bone, but his hands were warm when he framed my face. Calloused. Steady. He kissed me like he wasn’t in a hurry and didn’t intend to be—mouth firm, unafraid, lingering just long enough to make my knees soften. This man will be the death of me.
My stomach tightened, heat curling low and familiar, and for half a second m
