Nevara
I felt him before I saw him.
It wasn’t something I could explain, not in a way that made sense outside of instinct, but it was there all the same. A shift in the air. A pull in my chest that settled low and steady, telling me he was close before my eyes ever confirmed it. By the time I turned toward the hallway, he was already there, moving toward me with purpose in every step.
He didn’t hesitate when he reached me. His hand came to my face first, warm and steady, grounding me before he pulled me into him. I went without thinking, my fingers tightening in his shirt as I searched his expression for the answer he hadn’t spoken yet.
“We found him,” he said quietly.
The breath I had been holding left me all at once, my grip on him tightening before I even realized it.
“Is he—”
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