Sunbeam Lair A husband waits outside

Hunst’s gaze narrowed, catching the faintest flicker of doubt in Reverie’s expression. She’d spoken of her children, of keeping them safe, yet he sensed her resolve wasn’t fully set. That alone was dangerous.

You’ll need to be prepared, he said, voice low and firm. He’ll use anything against you if he can.

A pause, his eyes meeting hers with a rare softness beneath the sternness. And I’m here—for your safety. Remember that.