Later that night, Alina found herself tossing and turning.
Sleep wouldn't come easily.
Her mind kept playing everything on repeat — the lockdown, the children crying. Even though she was safe now, her heart still hadn't settled.
It was nearly 2 a.m. when she finally fell asleep.
When she woke up, the morning light was already slipping through the window curtains. She stretched and checked the time — 8:00 a.m.
Rubbing her eyes, she pulled on a soft cardigan and padded downstairs, her bare feet making quiet sounds against the smooth floor.
As she turned into the dining area, she blinked in surprise.
Lucien was already there, sitting on a stool near the long table.
He was wearing a cozy gray set of little shorts and a loose top that had tiny black buttons. His black hair was slightly messy and his round, serious eyes were focused as he sat quietly, touching his little horns absentmindedly.
He looked deep in thought or maybe just a bit upset.
Alina smiled gently.
