Nevara
By the time Thoren opened the bedroom door, Drake was standing so close on the other side that he nearly walked directly into him.
Kael caught the back of his shirt before he could push past. “Give them a second.”
“I have given them several hundred seconds.”
“You were counting?”
“I had nothing else to do.”
Dad stood behind them with Jonas and Noah crowded in front of him, while Elena hovered near the wall with her hands clasped tightly together. The joking did little to hide what the last several hours had done to any of them. Dad looked exhausted. Kael had barely released Drake since the hemorrhage began, and even the boys had lost the restless energy that usually made keeping them out of a room nearly impossible.
Thoren stepped aside. “You can come in.”
They entered togeth
