The night hung thick with tension, the air still vibrating from the clash between Kael and Marcus. Even though Marcus had retreated, the danger was far from over, and Lyra could feel it-like a storm circling just out of reach. But for the first time in days, she could breathe. She wasn't consumed by the power clawing at her mind, and for that, she had Kael to thank.
They hadn't spoken since the battle, but the weight of everything that had passed between them lingered in the air, thick and heavy. Every glance, every touch, felt charged with something deeper. Lyra's thoughts swirled with emotions she couldn't quite name-fear, anger, longing- all tangled together, leaving her both vulnerable and exhilarated.
