RIV POV
She wasn’t telling me everything.
I knew it the moment her voice faltered—the moment her gaze slid away just before she said "not yet." But I didn’t press.
Secrets didn’t scare me.
I had plenty of my own.
I felt her hand against my skin, the heat sinking deep into muscle and bone until the pain dulled to nothing but a whisper. There was something mesmerizing about the way she poured herself into it—like healing me mattered more than her own exhaustion.
When the warmth finally faded, she exhaled softly and let her hand fall away. I stayed still, not wanting to break the quiet that wrapped around us like a second skin.
She stirred first, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before glancing sideways at me. “So… the Mirrorwalk. How does it work?”
I blinked, surprised. Most
