••{EROS'S POV}••
I haven't closed my eyes since last night.
Not for a second.
Sleep came once. Briefly. Just enough for me to see her face again.
Then it left me.
And it hasn't returned since.
Now I'm standing in the middle of Rhiannon's chambers.
The curtains are drawn halfway, letting in the pale light of early morning. Dust doesn't dare settle here. The floors gleam. The bed is made perfectly. The cushions are arranged just the way she liked them.
Everything is exactly as it should be.
Everything except her.
I draw in a slow breath… and there it is.
Faint, but still lingering.
The scent that belongs only to her. Something that makes this room feel lived in even without her.
It makes my chest tighten.
Every day since she was taken, I made sure this room was cared for. I gave the order myself.
No corner left untouched. No linen left unchanged.
"Keep it as she left it," I told them. "Exactly as she left it."
So that when she returns, nothing will feel different.
