Hailee's POV
My heart thudded as I walked beside him through the hallways, my mind still burning with the memory of my dream. Every time I glanced at him, my cheeks warmed, and I had to look away before he noticed.
We climbed a narrow set of stairs, higher and higher, until a door opened to the roof. Cool morning air rushed over my skin, carrying the faint scent of fresh morning dew.
Then I froze.
A table was waiting under the open sky, dressed in white linen, set with plates of steaming food—fresh fruit, warm bread, roasted meat, and a pot of tea.
"For you," Callum said simply. "Breakfast. No guards, no whispers, no interruptions. Just us."
My lips parted, but no words came. I hadn't expected this—hadn't expected him to create a space where it felt like the world wasn't pressing down on me. Just silence, sunlight, and the man I had spent years trying to forget.
