Phoebe’s POVThe sky was still dark when we returned to the packhouse. The cool air clung to my skin as I stepped inside, my body heavy with exhaustion. The weight of the night still pressed on me, but a strange sense of peace followed.Nathaniel walked beside me, his presence steady. He hadn’t let go of my hand since we left the woods, and even now, his grip was warm, grounding.When we reached the door of his chambers, I hesitated. My fingers curled slightly against his. “Nathaniel…”He turned to me, eyes searching. “What is it?”I glanced down, suddenly uncertain. “Maybe I should go to my own room.”Nathaniel didn’t let me pull away. Instead, he cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “Stay,” he murmured.It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t even a request. It was a quiet promise—one I didn’t have the strength to deny.I nodded.Nathaniel led me inside, closing the door behind us. The room was dimly lit, the air warm and familiar. I had been here before, but never like this. Nev
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