So I hold her in the dark, my broken bird who's slowly learning to trust again. Outside our window, the Mediterranean stretches endless and black. Somewhere beyond that darkness, my enemies plot. My brother hunts. The world spins on with all its violence and betrayal.
But here, in this moment, Nova breathes steady against my chest.
And for the first time since I found her in that cabin in Wisconsin, I feel like I'm doing something right.
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She trembles against me in the dark, and for the first time in my life, I'm f*****g terrified of breaking something precious.
Nova's pulse flutters beneath my fingers where they rest against her throat. Her skin is silk and heat, so delicate I could snap her in two. But she's not made of glass---she proved that by survivi
