THIER
I was staring. I knew I was.
She looked glorious, light and free, like someone who had just stepped out of a storm and into sunlight. There was a brightness in her eyes I hadn’t seen before--they were always sad, a softness. It was as if the weight she’d been carrying for so long had finally begun to lift, and she felt great just from losing that weight.
She was laughing with Blaze, as they sparred in the training ring. There was something light in her again. Something almost whole. Her movements were quick, graceful—like a shadow dancing in the sunlight. It shocked me, how different she looked. How strong. How free.
I was still processing that when she walked in with Marcus.
"What? You look shocked?" Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow as he settled beside me on the bench. His voi
