Calla's POV I slept off smiling on my bed.The next morning, I had just finished bathing, a towel wrapped around my chest, rubbing cream into my skin, and getting ready for school, when I caught the Triplets’ scent. It was faint, but unmistakable, tugging at my senses and making my pulse quicken.Then came a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” I said, my voice slightly lighter than I intended.Riven stepped in, moving with that confident, easy grace, yet there was a tension to him I couldn’t ignore. I watched him in the mirror once, noting the subtle lines around his eyes and the tight set of his jaw, before quickly looking away, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. Of course he’d still be mad about Fenrir.“Good morning,” he said, his tone steady.“Morning,” I answered, my words light, though my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.“I got you something,” he said, the way he said it both casual and deliberate, like there was more meaning tucked behind the words.I raised an eyebrow.
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