The study was quiet again once the door closed behind Astana.
Damian didn't move for a long time.
The report in front of him, something about eastern ward fluctuations, remained unread. His hand hovered above the page but never touched it. Instead, his eyes fixed on the steam rising from the cup Edward had left untouched beside Gabriel's seat. Jasmine and ironroot. A calming blend meant to soothe the last remnants of pain.
He exhaled through his nose. Not quite a sigh.
The warmth still lingered in the room. Gabriel's scent, light but unmistakable, was woven into the fabric of the study now. Like it belonged here. Like he belonged here.