Callie’s POV
The word home hung in the air, heavy, impossible, and vibrating against the quiet walls of Greyson’s bedroom.
My gaze drifted from Raiden’s massive, calloused hand, which was still wrapped gently around mine, to Nate’s pale, exhausted face, Ace’s uncharacteristically solemn silver eyes, and finally to Greyson’s towering, glacial presence.
They were monsters, a truth they had just freely admitted. They were immortal wardens bound to a demonic entity, bleeding raw power into the earth just to keep the world from ending.
And yet, as I sat in the center of a king-sized bed within a fortress built to cage a nightmare, the constant, agonizing static that had plagued my mind for twenty-four years was completely gone.
I wasn’t crazy, and I wasn’t broken. I was a Conduit.
“Okay,”
