KILLIAN’S POV. I didn't move. I didn't even breathe. I just stayed there, lying on my side, watching the way her chest rose and fell in the early morning light. For ten years, I woke up with my hand on a shank, my eyes searching for the nearest exit, and my wolf screaming that someone was coming to kill us. But this morning, the only thing I felt was the heat of her skin against mine.Lyra looked different when she was asleep. The hard, sharp edge she carried as the Alpha of the North was gone. Her face was soft, her mouth slightly parted, and her short hair was a mess against the white pillow. I reached out, my fingers hovering just an inch above her cheek. I didn't touch her. Not yet. I just wanted to look at her. I wanted to burn this image into my brain so that if the world ever went to hell again, I’d have this to hold onto."Stop staring, Killian. You're going to give me a headache."Her voice was thick with sleep, a low rasp that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my
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