Kade stiffens.
“You’re sidelining me.”
“I’m stabilizing you,” Morgan replies.
“Your markers are still integrating. If you spike under emotional stress, you amplify the instability.”
He doesn’t like it.
I can see it.
But he knows she’s right.
That night, I walk the ridge alone.
No guards within sight.
Morgan insisted.
If Ashcroft is watching, he needs to believe this is vulnerability.
The scar in the earth is faint.
A subtle shift in the soil where ley energy once screamed.
Now it’s quiet.
I kneel.
Place my palm flat against the ground.
The baby stirs softly.
Not alarmed.
Just aware.
I don’t reach inward this time.
I reach sideways.
Into the scar.
The silver current flows gently into the fracture line.
Not to break it.
To warm it.
To mimic instability.
The ground h
