chapter 59

Lyra’s POV

I woke up slowly, the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. My body ached most deliciously, the memories of last night still fresh in my mind. I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep when I smelled something, something sweet, comforting.

My eyes fluttered open fully, and there he was, Kurtis, standing beside the bed, a tray in his hands with breakfast. My heart skipped a beat, seeing him like that, so calm, his face soft in the morning light, as if the storm of our argument had never happened. His eyes, though tired, held a kind of quiet intensity as he watched me wake.

“Morning,” his voice was low, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“You… you made breakfast?” I asked, my voice still raspy from sleep.

He nodded, setting the tray down carefully on the bed, close to me. “You didn’t think I’d let you starve, did you?” He raised an eyebrow, but there was something deeper in his eyes. The playful glint wasn’t hidin