"Oh, please, they're way past that. My mom's just thrilled I didn't run off with a troll," she teased, trying to stretch as her body moved like a cat waking up from a long nap.I chuckled, tossing the tray onto the bed and sitting beside her. It felt good. Easy. "Speaking of trolls and family—there's something we need to talk about."Her expression shifted slightly, a subtle flicker of concern crossing her face, but I took her hand in mine, craving the warmth that flowed between us. "But first, I brought the feast to you," I added, gesturing to the mountain of food. "And it's your turn to refuel." Winter chuckled—a gentle, melodic sound that eased some of the tension I was feeling. "Only if you join me," she insisted, sitting up. "I can't eat all that by myself." "Fine," I said with fake exasperation, "but I'm claiming all the bacon." As we had breakfast, the worries of the day felt far away. I sat beside Winter, our destinies linked, and for a brief moment, I let go of the world's
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