Nevara
Morning didn’t feel like morning.
It came anyway.
Light filtered through the curtains in thin, muted lines, softening the edges of the room without touching the weight that still sat heavy in my chest. For a few seconds, I stayed where I was, my cheek resting against Thoren’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing as if it were the only thing keeping everything anchored.
Then reality settled back in.
Michelle was gone. Sabrina was missing. And nothing about today was going to be simple.
I shifted slowly, careful not to disturb him more than necessary, but his arm tightened instinctively around me before I could fully pull away.
“I’m awake,” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep but grounded.
Of course he was.
I let out a quiet breath and pushed myself up,
