Chapter 62

The warmth of Vance's embrace surrounds me like a protective shield, his arms solid and steady against the shivering of my shoulders. The grief that's been gnawing at me softens, its harsh edges dulled by the comfort of his presence. As he strokes a hand over my hair, a gentle rhythm, his heart beats close to mine—a steady, calming pulse that seems to fill the empty spaces with something warm, something reassuring. I can feel my breathing start to slow, matching his, grounding me in this simple moment.