Chapter 149

The penthouse was breathtaking, a sanctuary built high above the chaos of Sanctuary’s streets. Sleek lines of modern architecture blended seamlessly with softer, warmer touches—plush furniture, sprawling rugs, and floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the space in golden afternoon light. The city stretched out below us, alive and buzzing, but up here, it felt like an entirely different world. Peaceful. Safe.

Jormun had created this place for us, a haven after the battle, after everything. It bore his precision in every detail, his eye for design, and the quiet thoughtfulness he carried into everything he did. It wasn’t ostentatious, not in the way some might expect of a penthouse, but it was luxurious in its simplicity. Every piece of furniture and every bit of decor seemed chosen with purpose. For us.

I was sprawled across the oversized sectional in the center of the living room, my head resting against one of the soft velvet cushions. A faint smile tugged at my lips as