Leaving the healer’s cottage, I felt like a weight was slowly lifting off my shoulders, but another one settled heavily in its place. Xavier was defeated, his trial was imminent, and the immediate danger was over. But now, I had to face something I wasn’t ready for—moving out of Louis’s house. The thought of leaving the place where I had begun to feel safe again, and where I had seen a side of Louis that I dearly missed, filled me with dread. It was stupid because I missed my house. I missed being in the next room from my brother. I missed my room. I missed my family. But I’m just a few days, I’d gotten used to being with Louis. And now we would be going back to the way we were before. Strangers.
Despite the lingering pain from my injuries, I had insisted on walking back to Louis’s house
