Mira’s P.O.V The night was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of rainwater dripping from the roof. The storm had finally passed, but its ghost lingered in the damp air, in the soft rustle of leaves outside the small hut, and in the hollow thump of my heartbeat that still hadn’t slowed since everything happened. Luca was lying on the cot beside the window, his chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. His face was pale beneath the flickering lamplight, his lips dry, his lashes dark against his skin. He looked fragile—too fragile for the man who had once commanded men with a single word, who had once walked through danger as if he was invincible. But he was alive. And that was enough for now. Alina was curled up against my chest, fast asleep. Her soft breaths tickled my collarbone, her tiny fingers still clutching the edge of my shirt. She’d cried herself to sleep earlier, maybe sensing the tension tha
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