Theo
She blinks. “What?”
“Tea,” I reply, already heading toward the small kitchen area. “Trust me.”
My wolf snorts. Tea fixes everything now?
“Shut up,” I mutter under my breath.
I fill the kettle, set it on the stove, and glance back at her. She hasn’t moved, still sitting there like the world might shift under her if she stands.
“Aria,” I say gently.
She looks up.
“Tea,” I repeat.
After a second, she nods and slowly stands, moving toward the counter. Her movements are stiff, like she’s not entirely sure how to exist in her own body anymore.
I know that feeling.
Too well.
The kettle starts to hum softly.
I lean back against the counter, crossing my arms.
“How are you feeling?”
She lets out a hollow laugh.
“Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
“I have no idea.”
I nod. “That tracks.”
She
