Morwenna's POV
Lightning didn’t strike when I kissed him. It was worse. Silence, then stillness, then the sound of his heart stuttering beneath my palm, like it didn’t know what to do with itself. Leofric didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just stared like he was trying to remember who he was.
I stepped back. “Forget it.”
“No.” His voice was rough. Thicker than before. “Do that again.”
I didn’t.
I turned my back and walked toward the command tent, hands shaking so badly I couldn’t close them. I didn’t understand why I did it. Maybe to remind him he was still human. Maybe to remind myself I still could feel something besides rage. Or maybe I just wanted to know if there was anything left between us that the curse hadn’t stolen.
But he followed.
He always did.
Inside the tent, the maps lay
