Cyril’s POV
The moment the door clicked shut, the noise from the courtyard faded into silence. The faint sound of laughter and music was replaced by her soft breath, by the quiet rhythm of two hearts that had spent far too long apart.
She was still in my arms, light and warm, her hair brushing my jaw. I didn’t set her down immediately. I wanted to memorize the feeling of her against me, the weight of her body, the curve of her shoulder against my chest, the faint scent that had become my peace.
“Welcome home, Luna,” I whispered again, because I liked the sound of it. Because it finally felt true.
Ella smiled up at me, her lips trembling slightly. “It feels strange hearing you call me that.”
“Get used to it,” I said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “You have alw
