The Aftermath
The corridor didn’t feel the same after that.
Nothing had changed physically. The walls were still the same stone, the guards still stationed at their posts, the structure of the
Dominion holding exactly as it always had. But the space between us had shifted, and that made everything else feel slightly off, like I was walking through something familiar that no longer fit the same way.
Vaerik didn’t say anything.
He stepped back first, not far, not enough to make it obvious to anyone watching, but enough that the tension that had been sitting right between us didn’t have a place to land anymore.
That was worse.
I pushed off the moment before it could settle too deeply, turning away and starting down the corridor without waiting for him to move first.
He followed.
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