Nevara
We had only made it as far as the garden path when I heard footsteps. Quick ones. Urgent.
Thoren turned his head slightly just before the voice reached us.
“There you are!” Michelle’s voice rang out from across the lawn, a little breathless, a little too relieved.
I felt it before I even realized I’d reacted—my fingers curled tight around Thoren’s hand, like a reflex bracing for impact.
He felt it too.
Without a word, he ran his thumb over the back of my hand and gave it a gentle pat. A silent breathe, love. I’m here.
I didn’t let go.
Michelle jogged the last few steps, her face bright with nervous excitement. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Do you—” She paused, glancing between us. “Do you have a moment? I wanted to show Nevara something.”
I didn’t answer right away.
