I looked at Kade. His left arm was gone, a permanent sacrifice to the Architects. His chest was heavily scarred. He was entirely mortal.
We were broken. We were scarred. We were fragile.
But we were here.
You’re thinking too loud, Kade projected, a faint, wry amusement coloring his mental tone. He shifted his grip, his right hand moving to gently trace the line of my jaw. What’s on your mind, Luna?
The future, I projected back, my mental voice soft, vulnerable. Asher is healing the world. Elara is drawing the new geometry. They’re growing up so fast, Kade. And I’m just... I’m just a mortal woman with nerve damage and bruised ribs. I don’t know how to keep up with them.
Kade’s eyes softened, the silver rim entirely absent in the moonlight. He set his mug on the railing and turned to fa
