The silence between us stretched, thick as the shadows we left behind.
I could still feel it—the power—lingering in my veins, not fading the way it should. My hands twitched at my sides, the phantom sensation of the darkness curling around my wrists refusing to leave.
Cairon had been quiet since we left the chamber. Too quiet. But his silence wasn't the heavy, brooding kind I had grown used to. It was watchful. Calculating.
He was waiting.
For what, I wasn't sure.
For me to break? To snap? To admit what we both already knew?
That whatever had just happened back there…
I hadn't wanted it to stop.
I forced my attention back to our surroundings. The path ahead of us sloped downward, winding through jagged rock formations. The night had deepened, the air growing colder with every step. But it wasn't just the temperature that sent a chill through me.
Something wasn't right.
