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Tobi’s POVI crossed the threshold to find Oscar curled up with Henry on the two-seater sofa. Moira and Lila sat across from them in armchairs, nursing half-empty cups of tea. The coffee table was littered with three drained teapots, and I could tell Moira had been trying to calm Lila her posture was gentle, her tone low.As Lila turned toward me, her smile hit me like a freight train. That soft, radiant light that seemed to shine from her whenever I was near, it floored me. Through our bond, I could feel her love pour into me like warmth from the sun, chasing the last of my anger into shadow.“Are you okay?” I asked softly, crouching in front of her. My hand brushed gently through her hair as I searched her face, scanning for the worry I’d felt through the link.She nodded, nuzzling her cheek into my palm with a small sigh. I let her rest there, just for a moment, soaking her in, my beautiful, fearless mate.That’s when I saw it. The bracelet, my breath caught.Wrapped delicately aro

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Safely Over the Threshold

Moira watched the young couples from her armchair, smiling gently, but the runes' warning still pressed like a weight behind her eyes. She excused herself early, citing fatigue but the tightness in her chest had nothing to do with age. Something was coming. And if the old signs were right... Lila might be the key.She curled under the quilt in her small upstairs room, the sound of laughter still faint through the floorboards. But as sleep began to pull her under, the unease she’d been pushing aside all day surged forward, and the dream took her.She was standing in front of the old mirror, the one she’d inherited from Octavia, draped in the familiar heavy velvet cloth. In the dream, the mirror was uncovered, flickering with candlelight that danced without flame. She knew what this meant. She was being summoned.The air thickened with herbal smoke and the mirror shimmered. Slowly, the surface rippled like water before settling into the face she knew better than her own.Octavia.Her lo

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Paper bags of pastries

Tobi’s POVI woke without any sense of the hour, the heavy blockout curtains turning the room into a cocoon of darkness. For once, I’d slept in a proper bed a rare luxury after weeks of restless travel, makeshift accommodations, and the constant itch of responsibility.Beside me, Lila lay still, naked and warm, tucked into the curve of my body. Her breathing was low and steady, her skin soft under my fingers as I traced the line of her hip. I couldn’t stop touching her. Not after last night. Not after everything we’d been through to get here.How had we gone from strangers in Lenweil to this, my mate, sleeping in my arms like she’d always belonged there?I brushed my lips along her shoulder, trailing slow kisses up to the curve of her neck. She stirred with a soft squirm, reaching up instinctively to cup the side of my face. I smiled into her skin, seizing the moment to reach around and gently cup her breast, running my thumb across her nipple.A breathy moan escaped her lips. I could

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Pizza

Safely Over the Threshold

Paper bags of pastries