My Return

ARTEMIS' POV 

The simple act of eating breakfast with Daymon felt like a small victory, a reclaiming of normalcy in a world that had become anything but. We ate in silence, each lost in our thoughts, but the tension that had hung in the air earlier had dissipated, replaced by a fragile sense of peace.

Once we finished, Daymon cleared the table with a quiet efficiency. I watched him, admiring the way he moved, the strength and grace that seemed to emanate from him. He caught my eye and offered a small, reassuring smile.

"Alright," he said, wiping his hands on a cloth. "We need to talk strategy."

"Strategy?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You make it sound like we're going to war."

"In a way, we are," he replied grimly. "Kane isn't going to let us go without a fight. We need to be prepared for anything."