The morning was accompanied by snowfall, painting the lands of Starfall Isle in white.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Grace didn't wake up to the sound of alarms, warriors training, or the distant roar of beasts.
Instead, she woke up to warmth.
One strong arm was draped around her waist, another hand resting on her stomach, and the steady sound of breathing surrounded her. She was completely enveloped.
Opening her eyes slowly, she found herself trapped between two very familiar bodies.
Rune was on her left, his arms snugly wrapped around her while his breath was warm against her neck. His silky black hair was slightly messy, falling over his closed eyes, but he looked peaceful... something she rarely saw.
On her right, Davian had one hand resting just below her ribs, his larger frame relaxed but still protectively curled around her. His silver hair was tousled, and even in sleep, his grip on her was firm.
And she could feel another presence nearby.
