As Zara entered her room, her gaze softened at the sight before her—Grace, peacefully sleeping on the bed, her face calm, lips slightly parted in tranquil rest.
A fond smile tugged at Zara's lips. She walked over and leaned down, gently shaking her shoulder.
"Wake up, sleepyhead."
Grace stirred with a quiet groan, rubbing her eyes groggily. As her vision cleared, her eyes met Zara's face above her—close, tender, amused.
A mischievous grin spread across Grace's lips. Without a word, she reached up, cupped Zara's chin, and pulled her down for a kiss.
"Mmm…"
Zara closed her eyes and kissed her back, deepening the moment, her fingers tangling in Grace's hair. After a few long seconds, she finally pulled away, slightly breathless.
"Alright, beautiful," Zara whispered, brushing her thumb against Grace's cheek. "Get up and freshen up. We've got to head to the Werewolf Realm soon. I'm going to shower."
