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Elena’s hands were trembling as she bent down to pick up the phone before dashing into the bedroom. Grayson was there, loosening his tie, clearly ready to collapse in bed and fall into the kind of sleep only exhaustion could demand. But she couldn’t wait. “Grayson,” her voice cracked. He turned instantly, his eyes narrowing at the look on her face. “What happened?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she handed him the phone. On the screen, Enoch appeared thin and pale, but still alive. “Elena,” his voice rasped through the speaker. “I’m still here. Please… don’t give up on me.” Silence filled the room as Grayson's hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles went white. He didn’t breathe nor did he move. “Elena…” His voice was low and rough. “This was today?” She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “He survived, Grayson. After everything…" She choked. "After everything that happened, Enoch is alive.” At this moment, the unshakable Grayson Wolfe looked totally und

Enoch’s POV The world had reduced itself to walls. It's gray, damp, and endless. Enoch sat on the cold floor, resting his back against the crumbling brick with his phone clutched in his hand like it was the last lifeline he had left. He had messaged Elena again. But... No reply. The silence clawed at him worse than hunger ever could. “Don’t break,” he whispered to himself. His voice, rapsy and cracked, sounded strange in the emptiness, as if it doesn't belong to him. His reflection stared back at him from the black screen of his phone. His eyes were hollow and there were shadows under his cheekbones. His face looked both familiar and foreign to him. He closed his eyes and sighed. Remembering Rose’s laugh and Elena’s stubborn smile, the way she always tilted her chin like the world couldn’t knock her down. He wanted that light again. He needed it. Enoch’s hands shook as he typed another message: Elena. Please. Just tell me you’re safe. Tell me you’re still you. He

The sun peeked through the penthouse curtains, brushing everything in soft gold. Elena stirred awake to the sound of giggles entirely too loud for seven in the morning. She rolled over, only to find Sophie and Rose sitting at the edge of the bed like tiny conspirators. “What are you two doing here?” Elena’s voice was still heavy with sleep. Sophie grinned. “We were watching.” “Watching what?” “You and Daddy sleep.” Grayson groaned beside her, dragging a pillow over his head. “I need new locks.” Rose giggled. “You snore.” Grayson peeked from under the pillow. “Excuse me?” “You do!” Sophie chimed in. “Like a dragon.” Elena burst into laughter, pressing a hand to her mouth. “She’s not wrong.” “I don’t snore,” Grayson muttered, glaring at the girls. “And even if I did, dragons are majestic creatures. You’re welcome.” Rose gasped dramatically. “That means you’re Daddy Dragon!” Sophie clapped. “Yes! Daddy Dragon!” Elena laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bed.

Morning came faster than usual and it came with the heaviness in Elena’s heart. Enoch’s voice lingered. “I’m alive.” Her hand trembled when she thought about it. She hadn’t told Grayson yet. Not because she wanted to keep secrets but because she needed to think and figure out what 'alive' meant for Enoch… and for them. Across the room, Sophie and Rose were bickering over which shoes went with their uniforms. “Blue!” Sophie insisted, her hands on her hips. “Pink,” Rose countered with a stubborn tilt of her chin. “You’ll look like bubblegum.” “And you’ll look like a blueberry.” Elena rubbed her temples. “Both of you. Put your shoes on. Now.” They scrambled away to do as told while giggling. Behind her, Grayson slid an arm around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. “You’re scarier than their headmistress.” She leaned into him. “Don’t even start.” He smirked. “I wasn’t starting. I was admiring.” *** By mid-morning, Grayson was back at Wolfe Enterpris

The morning after the call was strangely normal. Too normal. The penthouse smelled of brewed coffee and warm pastries. You can hear Sophie’s laughter coming from the living room, where she and Rose sat cross-legged on the floor, trading crayons and sketching castles across wide sheets of paper. Their drawings were crooked, but full of bright flags and open gates. For Elena, it was the first sound in weeks that didn’t carry the edges of fear. She leaned against the kitchen counter with her arms folded, watching them. Rose’s head tilted toward Sophie like a mirror following its source. Yet, unlike the eerie reflection she had first been, Rose was changing and gaining her own quirks, her own light. Sophie nudged her with a crayon. “Yours needs a tower.” Rose stuck her tongue out. “Yours needs windows.” Both girls burst into giggles. Grayson appeared beside Elena, still adjusting the cufflinks on his charcoal suit. “They’re getting along.” Elena arched a brow. “Were you w

The morning after felt unreal. The penthouse was too quiet. Sunlight spilled across marble floors. Elena stood by the window of her bedroom with her arms folded, staring at the skyline that seemed both familiar and foreign. The city buzzed with life below, but her own veins ached with exhaustion. Behind her, the bed creaked. Grayson stirred, his sling set aside, leaving his broad shoulders bare. His voice was rough, tired, but softer than she remembered. “You’ve been up since dawn.” “I couldn’t sleep,” Elena admitted, her reflection fractured in the glass. “Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice again.” Grayson sat up slowly, watching her silhouette. “Enoch.” She flinched at the name. “It wasn’t possible. And yet—” “—and yet we both heard him,” Grayson finished. He scrubbed a hand down his face. “We’ll figure it out. But right now, you need to breathe.” Elena turned, arching a brow. “Since when do you tell me to breathe?” “Since I realized I can’t lose you aga