It makes my skin prickle. I don’t want their reverence. I want their partnership.
They’re adjusting, Kade’s thought brushes against mine, reading my discomfort. Give them time. They’ve spent centuries fearing the earth. Now they know you hold its leash.
I don’t hold its leash, I project back, a flash of irritation spiking in the bond. I’m its partner. There’s a difference.
Kade’s mental presence softens, a gentle concession. You’re right. I’m sorry. Old habits.
Before I can respond, a small blur of motion barrels around the corner.
"Mama!"
Asher crashes into my legs, his small arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I gasp softly, the physical impact grounding me instantly. He smells like dirt and sunshine and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that still lingers in the air.
"Hey, bab
