They brought Davan to the Hold on a Sunday.
Two weeks after the hospital. Davan, in the carry arrangement that Draven had researched and which Nara had quietly reviewed for lycan physiology compatibility and pronounced correct, against Nara's chest. The bridge from west to east. The specific drive she'd made hundreds of times, which now had a different quality — not in the road or the light or the distance. In the presence of the person in the seat beside her and the person against her chest and the bond carrying all five of them in the same direction.
*She likes the bridge,* Solène said.
She'd said it would happen. She had, infuriatingly, been right.
Davan settled the moment the car was in motion. Had been settling on bridges and in cars since the very first drive home from the hospi
