Chapter 65

• Mey’s POV
• For the first time in what feels like forever, I breathe. Not the shallow, panicked kind that’s been my constant companion lately, but the deep, calming kind that fills every corner of my chest. It’s surreal—being away from everything, just Lucas and me, tucked into a quiet villa in another country. The chaos feels so far away here, like a dream I’ve finally woken up from.
• The air is crisp and smells of salt from the nearby ocean. The sun dips low in the sky, casting everything in a warm, golden glow. I glance over at Lucas, sitting on the villa’s patio with a glass of wine in hand. His tie is gone, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and for once, he looks relaxed.