The house felt different as Samantha approached it, as if even the wards recognized the shift in their reality. Her time alone at the overlook had done nothing to settle her thoughts - if anything, the solitude had made her more aware of the changes Callum had brought to their lives.
The dream still clung to her consciousness: his arms carrying her, his cryptic words about the child, the way his presence had seemed to reshape reality itself. But it had been just a dream. Hadn't it?
She hadn't expected to find him waiting at their door, looking as if he belonged there. His white shirt caught the morning light, making him appear almost luminescent against the dark wood of their entrance. Those violet eyes found hers immediately, holding secrets she wasn't sure she wanted to understand.