AMARA’S POV
Kael slept for a long time. I didn’t move.
I stayed curled beside the stone platform, my fingers still wrapped around his, afraid that if I let go, even for a second, he might slip away again. His breathing was shallow but steady.
The chamber never fully darkened. Crystal lamps hummed softly, casting pale light over stone walls etched with ancient symbols I couldn’t read. The healers came and went without speaking, checking his wound, whispering to one another in low, tense voices.
Every time they touched him, my heart clenched.
At some point, exhaustion dragged at my bones. My eyes burned, but I refused to sleep. I had already lost control once. I wouldn’t do it again.
A presence stirred the air.
I looked up to see the silver-haired woman standing a few steps away. She
