Saffron's PoV
The next morning, I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over our room. Anis was still sleeping peacefully in her basket, her tiny wings tucked in and her little hands curled into delicate fists. Rosemary was on the other side of the basket, her breathing steady and calm. For a moment, everything felt perfect, like the world outside our home didn't exist.
But I knew better. The memory of the previous night, the sense of an unseen threat, lingered in my mind like a dark cloud. Cyra was still out there, plotting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. We couldn't let our guard down, not for a second.
I gently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake either Rosemary or Anis. Rosemary stirred slightly, but didn't wake. I leaned over to place a soft kiss on her forehead before heading to the kitchen. The morning routine always helped clear my mind, and today I needed it more than ever.
