The city felt different. Not quieter, exactly. London was never quiet. Sirens still echoed down distant streets, taxis still splashed through puddles from the night’s rain, and somewhere nearby a train groaned along the tracks. But something in the air had shifted. For the first time in months, Vivienne Laurent woke without fear sitting heavy in her chest. Morning light slipped through the tall windows of Daniel’s apartment, painting soft gold across the bedroom walls. She lay still for a moment, watching dust drift lazily through the sunlight, her mind catching up with reality. No messages. No threats. No shadows waiting around every corner. Just peace. Or something close to it. Beside her, Daniel slept deeply, one arm draped across her waist as if even in sleep he refused to let her go. Vivienne smiled faintly. She carefully turned to face him, studying the quiet strength of his features—the sharp line of his jaw, the dark stubble that had grown overnight, the
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