Kora’s POV
The storm began that night. Not the kind that raged outside with wind and rain, but the kind that settled inside me—the storm that whispered his name through every heartbeat. Aaron.
Even after we returned to the fortress, I couldn’t shake the echo of his voice. Find me at the edge of the veil. It looped endlessly in my mind like a song only I could hear.
Edward saw it too—the faraway look in my eyes, the sleepless nights, the tremor in my hands when the fire stirred without warning. He didn’t ask, not right away. But the silence between us had weight.
It wasn’t anger. It was fear—his for me, and mine for what I was becoming.
On the third night after the temple, I woke to the sound of wind rattling the windows. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long shadows acro
