The morning sun poured through the wide windows of my bedroom and scattering the darkness that had sheltered Amaya and I. I woke up before the alarms, my body completely still as I looked down at the woman sleeping deeply against my side. Amaya’s head was resting securely on my chest, her dark brown hair sprawled across my skin, her breaths steady and deep. Looking at her now, a profound shift occurred within my chest. The relief of the previous night had solidified into something far more: an absolute, blinding overprotectiveness. She was mine now. She had chosen this life, chosen me and because she had, I would burn the entire world to ash before I let a single threat cross her path again. I slipped out of the bed with practiced, silent movements, ensuring the duvet remained tucked securely around her shoulders. I threw on a dark robe and walked out to the corridor, where Nathaniel was already waiting with the morning operational briefings. When Nathaniel looke
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