Five hours later, Ravyn was stepping out of her brother’s car onto their lawn. The breath of fresh air was a nice change from the clinical chill of the hospital, but even that couldn’t ease the heaviness clinging to her chest. The sky was dimming into late afternoon gold, soft and warm against her skin, but she felt none of it. Her body still vibrated with the phantom hum of electricity, as though the wires had followed her home.
Rion hovered beside her like a watchdog.
“You walk straight inside and you sit down,” he ordered, frowning so hard the thick vein above his eyebrow pulsed. “And you don’t move. I’m serious, Rae.”
“I’m fine,” she muttered, brushing past him. Her muscles protested every motion, but she refused to let him see it. “I’m breathing, aren’t I?”
“Barely!” Rion slammed
