HOPE'S POV.The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the night outside. Hunter lay beside me, his arm draped over my waist, pulling me close into him. His warmth pressed into me, familiar and grounding, and for a moment, I let myself breathe.“Tomorrow,” I whispered, my cheek resting against his chest. “Everything changes tomorrow.”He didn’t speak at first, just tightened his hold slightly, as if he could absorb my nervous energy just by doing so. Then his voice rumbled low, almost a purr. “I know. But we’ll face it together. Just like always.”I traced circles on his arm, watching the way his muscles moved under my fingers. “I’m scared,” I admitted softly. “Not of leaving, but… Of all that’s ahead.”Hunter tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His gaze was calm and steady. “You’re not alone. Not now. Not ever.”The words made my chest tighten in the best possible way. I lifted my head to meet his eyes, letting myself get lost in their depth. There was so
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