Kavira POV
We watched as a little boy darted outside, a muffin clutched in his hand. A moment later, his mother came flying out of the office, grabbing him by the arm and scolding him for stepping out without her. She quickly ushered him back inside. The three of us exchanged a look one we’d shared too many times. It was time to leave.
We piled into the car, Maelira behind the wheel, and as she drove off, the adrenaline finally drained from my system. The crash of exhaustion hit me like a tidal wave.
“Kavira! Wake up!”
The voice reached me through a fog. My neck throbbed, and the sudden slam of car doors felt like someone banging metal near my ears. I cracked one eye open and realized we were back home. Morning light filtered through the trees, and chirping birds sounded way too enthus
