Zayne’s POV
I feel him before I see him.
That sharp twist in the air. That sour pressure that crawls up my spine like a warning. Jake.
Aurora sleeps beneath my hand, her breathing shallow but steady, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that feels like a miracle. The room is quiet except for the faint hum of warding runes and the slow drip of medicine.
She’s alive. That’s all that matters.
I’m sitting beside her bed, my fingers loosely wrapped around hers. She hasn’t woken again since the transfer, but the bond, fractured, stubborn, unbreakable, still hums between us. Weak. But real.
Then I sense it. Eyes on me. So I lift my head slowly and turn toward the reinforced glass wall at the far end of the room.
Jake stands on the other side.
Watching. He doesn’t knock. And doesn’t sp
