KAEL
My phone vibrated against my thigh, a single, precise pulse.
I glanced at the screen.
Niko: The rooftop is prepared.
The timing was perfect.
Aria was curled on the sofa, bathed in the soft lamplight, her fingers moving absently across her phone screen. A small, private smile played on her lips. She had changed into soft leggings and one of my shirts, the fabric swallowing her delicate frame, slipping off one shoulder. The sight was an arrow straight through my heart.
She was always beautiful. But now, knowing she carried a piece of us, a living promise, inside her… she was transcendent. A radiance seemed to emanate from her very skin.
"I have something for you," I said, moving toward the bedroom.
Her golden eyes lifted, curiosity lighting them. "What is it?"
"You will see."
I returned with a long, black garment bag, delivered silently while she dozed.
Her gaze widened. "Kael, what did you do?"
