POV: Nyra
The stars above the mountain shimmered like frost in the heavens, and Nyra couldn’t look away from them. Wrapped in one of Kael’s thick woolen cloaks, she sat curled on the stone bench near the edge of the observatory, the cold nipping at her skin—and yet her body was warm. Always warm around him.
Kael stood near the balustrade, arms crossed, his sharp silhouette bathed in moonlight. The tension in his shoulders hadn’t faded since they’d returned from the southern patrol. He hadn’t spoken much, just told her to dress warm and follow him here.
“This place feels sacred,” Nyra murmured.
“It is.” His voice was quiet but heavy. “My father built it for my mother. She was a seer—like Mira, but stronger. When she died… it became mine.”
Nyra looked up at him. “And you come here when
