Thoren
Nevara knelt in front of me before I fully realized she’d moved.
One second she’d been across the table.
The next her hands were wrapped around mine where they gripped the journal hard enough to wrinkle the pages beneath my fingers.
“Hey.” Her voice was soft now. Careful. “Talk to me.”
I tried.
Nothing came out.
Because suddenly the words felt impossible to say aloud.
The library around us seemed too quiet again. Too warm. The chandeliers overhead cast soft golden light across the old wood shelves while ancient books surrounded us in every direction like silent witnesses.
My breathing still hadn’t steadied.
The bond pulsed anxiously beneath my skin, reacting to the storm building inside me.
Nevara squeezed my hands tighter.
“Thoren.”
Goddess.
I looked down at her and f
