Winter’s POVThe first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the room. Tyron’s arm was draped heavily across my waist, pinning me like an anchor. His breathing was deep, steady—thank the goddess. For once, no jolts awake, no cursing at shadows, no sharp demand for space. He had let me stay when the nightmare had shaken him in the night. He hadn’t shoved me out. He hadn’t hardened himself back into that wall of stone he liked to hide behind.A small, unexplainable warmth lingered in my chest because of that. But the morning ahead demanded strategy, not softness.Slowly, carefully, I slid out from under his arm, his warmth trailing behind me as I pulled away. He didn’t stir, not even when the bed dipped with my weight lifting off it. Weeks ago, he would’ve caught me the second I moved, eyes blazing, jaw clenched, telling me to get out. Now… now he stayed asleep, letting me slip back into my own space.By the time I reached my room and changed into jeans an
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