Nevara
The room was quiet when the boys started to stir.
I had been sitting in the chair near the window, watching them longer than I probably needed to, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Not after everything that had happened. Not after how close we had come to losing both of them in the same night.
Thoren had only just stepped out.
The second Kael hadn’t checked in, I saw the shift in him. The tension. The instinct. He had gone to check Kael’s room without hesitation, and I hadn’t stopped him. There was no point. We both knew what it meant.
Now it was just me.
And them.
Jonas shifted in his bed, his small body rolling toward the edge of the bed as his eyes blinked open, still heavy with sleep. It took him a second to focus, his gaze drifting across the room until it landed on
