(Mirabel’s POV)
Understanding something…
Means allowing it close enough to hurt you.
The Line I Shouldn’t Cross
“Don’t.”
Solomon’s voice was low. Firm. Final.
The kind of command that had kept people alive.
I understood why he said it.
I just… couldn’t obey it.
“They’re not attacking,” I said, my eyes fixed on the shifting figure ahead of us.
“They’re waiting.”
“That doesn’t make them safe.”
“No,” I agreed softly.
“It makes them unfinished.”
The Pull
The presence inside me stirred.
Not violently.
Not forcefully.
But insistently.
Like a quiet chorus pressing at the edges of my thoughts.
Let us speak.
Let us be whole.
I exhaled slowly.
“They’re still broken,” I whispered.
“And I think… I’m the only thing holding them together right now.”
The Fear He Won’t Say
Behind
