Chapter 112 The Heir's Glow

• The garden air tasted of rain and roses, petals bruised by the storm yet clinging to their stems with stubborn determination.
• Bobby remained in Gideon's arms, breathing in his scent—pine and leather mixed with something uniquely him that made her wolf settle despite the chaos churning through her veins. Divine power hummed beneath her skin, quieter now but never truly silent.
• "We should go inside." Gideon's voice rumbled against her ear, reluctant to break their moment yet practical enough to recognize exposure carried risks neither could afford. "You need rest."