Nobody slept much after that.
Callan kept his distance for the rest of the night, sitting at the far edge of the fire, offering nothing more, no matter how many times Amara tried to press him. Damian wouldn’t let her go near him alone, and by the time the fire had burned down to embers, Amara was too exhausted to fight either of them on it.
She sat with her knees pulled to her chest, staring into what was left of the flames, the token from Liora tucked deep in her pocket. Somewhere behind her, she heard footsteps, unhurried, familiar.
“Can I sit?” Damian asked.
She glanced at him, surprised by the softness in his voice. She nodded, and he lowered himself onto the log beside her, close enough that she could feel the warmth coming off him.
For a while neither of them spoke.
“You’re not
