The kitchen inside the newly renovated Nightshade estate smelled amazing. Fresh coffee was brewing, and the sound of eggs sizzling in a pan filled the bright, sunny room. Faith stood by the counter, wearing a comfortable oversized sweater and a pair of simple jeans. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her eyes were a warm, natural brown.No silver light. No glowing veins. Just Faith.Killian walked into the kitchen, wearing a simple black t-shirt that showed off the silver-and-gold mate mark on his shoulder. He crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck.“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” Killian murmured, his voice thick with sleep. You're actually cooking, and no emergency alarms are going off.Faith giggled, turning around in his arms to face him. She tapped his nose with a wooden spatula. “No, you're not dreaming, Alpha. It's 9:00 AM, the world is completely fine, and I am making breakfast. Now, grab two plates.”Killian smiled, a deep
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