Chapter 28 After

• The morning light slid across the stone walls, brushing gently against Amelia's golden skin like the whisper of a dream. She lay on her side, her breathing steady, her lips slightly parted, and her hair fanned out across the pillow like strands of sunlight.
• Damien couldn’t look away. She was beside him—his mate, his life, his fate. The mark on her neck, still fresh and glowing faintly, pulsed in rhythm with the calm that had settled within him, a peace he hadn’t known for years.
• He felt her emotions through the bond—quiet joy, serenity, and the faint echo of uncertainty, like a note trembling on the edge of a new melody. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.