I sat there in the stillness, with Calix still asleep in my arms, his soft breath steady and warm against my neck.
And yet, I couldn’t help but feel my mind race, chasing the shadows of a thousand unanswered questions. What did Daemon really want? Why had he changed his demeanor so suddenly, between cruel indifference and unsettling concern?
The room we’re in was dim, illuminated only by the pale moonlight that streamed through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls and the single lampshade near the bed. It was eerily quiet, save for the faint rustling of the night breeze outside and Calix’s rhythmic breathing.
I shifted slightly, trying to ease the dull ache in my legs from holding him for so long, but I didn’t dare let him go. I had missed him more than I could ever express
