C44 Chapter 44

Melia’s pov

The soft morning light filtered through the heavy drapes, casting a golden hue over the large room. Bastian stirred beside me, his arm loosely draped across my waist. I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but my thoughts kept returning to the events of last night. Johnny, the threats—it all felt like a bad dream.

But Bastian had been there. He had taken care of everything