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Bonus Chapter (+11)Eliza’s POVLucien woke me with the strangest sound.Not an alarm. Not his phone vibrating across the nightstand. Not the distant hum of traffic that usually crept into the room at dawn.It was a laugh.Soft. Careful. Like he was trying not to wake me and failing at it anyway.“Eliza,” he whispered, too close to my ear for this to be a dream. “If you pretend to be asleep, I will absolutely eat this myself.”I cracked one eye open.He stood beside the bed holding a tray, grinning like a boy who had gotten away with something he absolutely should not have. There was toast cut into neat triangles, a bowl of fruit, and coffee that smelled far too good for this early in the morning.“What is this?” I croaked.“Breakfast in bed,” he said proudly.I stared at him. “You don’t do breakfast in bed.”“I do now,” he replied. “Apparently I also do mornings.”I pushed myself upright, clutching the sheets to my chest. “You look suspiciously awake.”“I’ve been up since six.”I bli

Bonus Chapter (+13)Eliza’s POVThe unease followed me home like a second skin.It clung to me as Lucien drove, as the city lights blurred past the window, as his fingers brushed my knee every now and then, grounding and warm and so painfully familiar. I kept expecting him to ask if I was okay, but he didn’t. Not because he didn’t care, but because he’d learned something important recently.Sometimes love wasn’t asking questions.Sometimes it was letting silence breathe.I watched the world pass and tried to name what I felt. It wasn’t pain. Not exactly. It wasn’t fear either, though fear hovered close. It was a heaviness behind my ribs, like my body was carrying a secret it hadn’t yet learned how to say out loud.“You’re quiet,” he said gently.I smiled. “I’m thinking.”“That usually means you’re either planning something dangerous or feeling too much.”“Both,” I teased weakly.He chuckled, squeezing my knee. “Close your eyes when we get home.”I turned to him immediately. “Why?”“Be

Bonus Chapter (+15)Eliza’s POVFour months.That was how long I had practically lived in Freya’s house.Not officially. No suitcases permanently unpacked. But my body knew the way her floors creaked, the way the kettle screamed before it boiled, the exact moment Alan would appear in the doorway when a baby cried like it personally offended him.Sionna was sprawled across my chest, warm and milk-scented and impossibly small. Her tiny fist was wrapped around my finger with the kind of grip that felt like ownership.“You’re getting spoiled,” I told her quietly. “Do you know that?”She blinked at me, unimpressed.Freya sat on the couch opposite me, her legs tucked beneath her, watching us with a smile that had softened over months of sleepless nights and new motherhood.“She likes you,” Freya said.“Of course she does,” I replied. “I am magnetic.”Alan snorted from the kitchen. “She likes anyone who doesn’t panic when she makes that face.”Sionna chose that exact moment to screw up her t

10 Years Later SnapshotFREYA’S POVTen years. Ten chaotic, beautiful, loud, sometimes infuriating years, and somehow, I’m still laughing. Sionna, now a whirlwind of a ten-year-old, is zooming across the living room on a scooter while Viktor, our clever little fox in the making, tries to “teach” her manners. Alan is muttering something about insurance claims if she crashes into the TV again. I just laugh, because really… what is life without a little risk and noise?I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window and almost don’t recognize myself. Not the face...my face is mine...but the light in my eyes. The freedom. The weightlessness. I feel light. I feel full. I feel exactly where I’m supposed to be. And yes, my hair is messy, my socks don’t match, and there’s half a pancake stuck to my shirt from breakfast, but I wouldn’t trade it for all the calm mornings in the world.Alan is calling me from the kitchen: “Honey, help Viktor! He’s convincing Sionna that broccoli is a treasure m