(DYLAN'S POV)
Roland's office felt warm around us, like a refuge cut into the heart of the mountain itself. His hand was still resting over my heart, solid and familiar, his thumb moving in slow circles that had steadied me through more storms than I could count.
We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the kind of silence only true mates could understand. No pressure to speak. Just breathing each other in while the bond between us pulsed low and warm beneath my skin. Maximum had finally gone quiet inside my chest, calm for once after being dragged through the memories we'd unearthed. But even with Roland beside me, my thoughts kept circling back to the present.
To Liam.
Our third.
The fragile, beautiful human who still had no idea he already belonged to us.
