Nevara
The silence that settled after my last words wasn’t uncomfortable.
Heavy, yes.
Emotional enough that I could still feel lingering grief twisting through the bond between us.
But not unbearable anymore.
Not like before.
Thoren sat quietly for a long moment with one hand still resting against my stomach while the other remained curled tightly around mine. Some of the panic had finally loosened its grip on him, though exhaustion still lingered heavily behind his eyes.
I could practically see the emotional whiplash happening in real time.
Prophecy.
Dead fathers.
Murder confessions.
Existential unborn child crisis.
Honestly, all of us probably needed therapy.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, what we actually got was Drake.
The library doors opened again just as Thoren e
