Her leg was slung over Cassius's hip, and his fingers rested at the small of her back, not possessive—protective. His breathing was even, but she could feel the tension in his arm. Even asleep, he held her like someone who had lost her once and would never let go again.
Lucas's arm was draped across her waist, his hand resting on her belly, fingers curled inward like a habit he hadn't meant to form, but did. His chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm with hers. His breath warmed the back of her neck, soft and slow.
For a moment, she didn't move.
She simply breathed them in. Let herself feel what she'd never allowed herself to believe she could have.
Safety.
Belonging.
Not in the divine halls or on the battlefield or in the whispers of prophecy. But here, on earth, in flesh, beneath the eyes of the Moon who had watched and chosen.
The bond was complete.
Not between her and one. But all three.
A trinity.
