Chapter 27: Quiet Before the Storm
Three days passed in silence. Maya hadn’t left the room. The healer was right—every time she tried to shift, her body rejected it, like the Bloodfire had scorched something deeper than skin. So she stayed in bed, sleeping, eating when Kade forced her, and staring at the locket in her hands. Kade barely left her side. He ran the pack from her room, giving orders, handling reports, and chasing out anyone who stayed longer than five minutes. “You’re suffocating me,” Maya muttered on the third morning. Kade looked up from the stack of reports, exhausted but unrepentant. “You almost died, Maya. I’m not taking chances.” “I’m not fragile,” she said. “I closed the rift.” “And it almost killed you,” he shot back. “We’re not doing that again.” Maya sighed and set the locket down. Arguing wit
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