Helena's POV
The apartment rests in silence, save for the gentle rumble of appliances and distant city murmurs filtering through the windows. My consciousness drifts back slowly, drawn by the familiar scents of Asher and Patrick wrapping around me like a cocoon.
Blinking against the darkness, I realize I'm no longer curled at the mattress edge where exhaustion had claimed me hours ago. Instead, I find myself nestled between two warm bodies, Asher's solid frame molding against my spine while Patrick's chest rises and falls mere inches from my face.
