Rhydan’s POV
“Absolutely not.”
Rhydan’s voice cut through the room like a blade.
He didn’t care that Draven looked calm.
He didn’t care that Kaelor was already thinking.
He didn’t care that Aurenya was shaking in his arms like her body couldn’t decide whether to stay or break apart.
Because what Draven was suggesting—
wasn’t a plan.
It was a gamble with her life.
“You want to force it?” Rhydan stepped forward, jaw tight. “While it’s literally syncing with her?”
Draven’s eyes didn’t move. “That’s why we do it now.”
Kaelor spoke carefully. “If the connection is stabilizing, interrupting it could collapse her completely.”
Rhydan shot him a look. “Thank you.”
Aurenya’s grip on his shirt tightened slightly.
She was listening.
Even like this.
Even half-falling apart.
Draven fina
