Lena hadn’t expected the air in the room to feel so heavy, so charged, so unbearably aware of every inch of her body. She sat against the pillows, wrapped in the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp, while Silas and Damian moved with that quiet, predatory coordination she was still getting used to.
Not possessive.
Not controlling.
Just… connected. To each other. To her.
Silas sat at the edge of the bed, his expression tender but focused, as if memorizing her every breath. Damian stood near the footboard, arms folded, gaze darkening with something fierce and reverent all at once.
“Lena,” Silas murmured, reaching out and brushing a thumb along her cheek. “Still with us?”
She swallowed. “Yes. I just…” She shook her head. “It’s a lot.”
“Good,” Damian said softly, stepping closer. “You sh
