Break-In

Gael

Clara slept curled tightly in my arms, her head resting against my chest, her warm breath fanning over my skin. And for the first time in what felt like years, I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. Not on a throne, not surrounded by Elders or warriors or power, or wealth. Just here—on this bed, in my cottage, with her small warm body pressed against mine.

My little human. My mate.