The rooms were silent by the time I finished checking on everyone.
Nyx had fallen asleep immediately, her head resting on Erebus's arm. Fenrir was curled at the foot of the bed like a sulking wolf who still hadn't forgiven the priest.
Leo lay flat on his back staring at the ceiling, but his breath was even—he was pretending not to sleep, but exhaustion always won eventually.
Luna had her face turned toward the wall, shoulders trembling slightly, though whether from frustration or fear I couldn't tell.
I tucked blankets around them, one by one, almost as if they were kids that needed my protection.
Each person in this room was capable of killing me twice over, but I still felt responsible for them in some way.
It felt strangely familiar—closing the shop at the end of the day, checking the lanterns, locking the doors, making sure the kids were tucked in.
Except this wasn't my shop. And this wasn't something I needed to get attached to.
