Clara
It was still dark when I woke.
Not fully night, but not quite morning either—that strange in-between where the world feels like it’s holding its breath.
Chase was already awake. I could feel it before I even opened my eyes. The bond between us hummed softly, steady and alert.
I shifted slightly, blinking up at him. “You didn’t sleep much,” I murmured.
His fingers brushed lightly over my arm. “Enough.”
That was a lie. But I didn’t push it. Not today.
Today… we ended this.
We dressed quietly, the room filled with the soft sounds of movement—fabric shifting, boots being pulled on, weapons checked.
No joking.
No teasing.
Just focus.
Before we left, Chase paused, looking at me. “You ready?”
I nodded. “I am.” And I meant it.
The dining hall was nearly silent. Every seat was f
