Chapter 85

Katrina’s POV

We walked through the quiet halls of the packhouse, our fingers intertwined. The morning air outside was crisp and clean. Birds chirped from the treetops, and the sun peeked over the forest line, casting long golden rays through the trees.

He led me down a narrow path at the edge of the woods, our steps soft against the damp ground. The leaves above rustled gently, and every now and then, a cool breeze swept through, brushing against my cheeks.

“Let’s start with a light jog,” Liam said.

I groaned but nodded, and we began to run side by side. He kept his pace slow, matching mine easily. His breathing was steady, like this was easy for him. Meanwhile, I felt every step in my bones. But I didn’t complain. I liked being near him, even if I was panting like a tired pup.

After about ten minutes, we stopped in a quiet clearing. Sunlight poured through the trees here, casting soft patches of gold across the grass. It felt warm, peaceful… like the world had paused for just us.

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