The club's ambient lighting cast familiar warm shadows through the ornate corridors as Samantha and Marcus made their way through the elegantly appointed halls. The decision to attend Evangeline's Convergence had been made over the remnants of their breakfast, spoken in hushed tones between stolen glances and touches that lingered just a moment too long. Now, with hours to kill before the evening's mysterious event, they had agreed to seek out their hostess to discuss the practicalities of their stay—and more importantly, how and when they might return home to their mates and Nova.
The very thought of their daughter sent a pang of longing through Samantha's chest. Even with the intoxicating pull of her rekindled connection with Marcus, the absence of Kai's warm presence and Callum's protective aura felt like a physical ache. And Nova—sweet, mischievous Nova who had orchestrated this entire situation—how was she faring without them?
