Nyra's POV
The next morning came too fast.
I did not really sleep well, tossing between warmth and confusion, my body was remembering the way his arms had held me even when I tried to forget. I had not told anyone about the moment yet, not Lydia, not even the quiet parts of my journal. It felt too raw to name. Too fragile.
But it lingered.
It stayed around me like the scent of pine after taking a walk in the woods. The faint scent was familiar, and impossible to shake.
Still, there was no time to dwell. Not when the land was on the brink of something we could not yet define. Not with Zaira’s spell that was still unsettling the balance of nature. Not with the threat of Kael and Selene both hovering just beyond the trees.
So I finally decided to rise up from bed, get dressed, and start
