It had been three days since Blackridge. The snow-covered peaks now lay far behind them, replaced by the quiet sprawl of Havenreach, a decommissioned military outpost turned safe haven deep in the western mountains. The frost still lingered in the air, but inside the compound, warmth pulsed through repurposed heaters, softly buzzing lights, and the presence of something Elena hadn’t felt in years: peace. But peace was a strange thing. Elena stood near the window of her room, arms wrapped around her chest as she watched the sunrise bleed color into the snow-dusted trees. Her reflection in the glass looked tired, haunted, yet grounded. Sophie slept on the cot behind her, curled beneath a wool blanket, chest rising and falling steadily. Rose slept beside her, the two girls unconsciously gravitating toward each other like twin stars. They were safe. At least for now. A soft knock at the door. Elena turned, whispering, "Come in." Grayson stepped inside, carrying two mugs of
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