Rose PoV
The next morning dawned with a gentle, golden light filtering through our bedroom curtains. Anis was still sleeping peacefully in her basket, her tiny wings tucked in and her little hands curled into delicate fists. Saffron stirred beside me, his 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 two nights ago, 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.
Still, it was important to cherish the peaceful moments we had together as a family. Today, I decided, we would take Anis out for her first proper stroll. She had only ever been between our house, Milo's place, and her grandma Dahlia's home. She deserved to feel the warmth of the sun and hear the songs of the birds in a new setting.
