Two weeks, and I still woke with my hand pressed flat over his heart.It was not deliberate, as it had been in the medical wing, when I counted each beat with the concentration of someone who had learned not to trust silence. Somewhere in the dark hours between sleeping and waking, instinct took over. Each morning, I returned to consciousness with the proof of him beneath my palm and the relief of a woman no longer pretending she was unafraid.His arm encircled me. His chest rose and fell with the slow rhythm of genuine sleep, not the controlled stillness of a man guarding a healing body. He had abandoned caution ten days ago. Elara had objected with the bluntness of a healer whose patience with self-determination had run out.I lay still and listened to him breathe.“Good morning,” he said, without opening his eyes.I lifted my head. “You were asleep.”“I was resting my eyes.” The corner of his mouth moved. “There’s a distinction.”“There isn’t,” I said, but I was already smiling, wh
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