“Emilia,” he said softly, his voice rough. “Thank the Goddess. You scared me.”
I frowned, my throat dry. “What… happened?”
He brushed his hand over my face gently, as if making sure I was really there. “I felt something,” he said quietly. “A pull. Like my chest was tearing open. I knew something was wrong. When I found you, you were unconscious… in the shower.”
The realization hit me like a slap. My cheeks burned.
He’d found me—naked.
I looked away quickly, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh.”
He seemed to understand, because he didn’t say anything else. He just gave me a small, reassuring smile and squeezed my hand. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”
I nodded slowly, still too weak to speak.
My body felt strange—heavy but alive. Like something inside me was humming quietly, r
