"I'm okay," I say softly, wrapping my hands around a steaming mug of chamomile tea Willow poured for me. "A little sore, a little tired. But having you guys here... it makes the bad stuff feel far away."
"It is far away," Jade says fiercely, pointing a dumpling at me with her chopsticks. "Knox is dead. The warehouse is ash. You’re home, you’ve got Locke, you’ve got us, and you’ve got a puppy who thinks she’s a Navy SEAL. End of story."
"The universe is shifting its alignment for you, Zara," Willow agrees, taking a delicate sip of her tea. She looks at me with those wide, luminous eyes that always seem to see right through people. "A major cycle of darkness has closed. Now, your spirit is making room for the new light. The life growing inside you needs peaceful, harmonious energy."
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