VANESSA'S POV
The dawn after the storm was eerily quiet. The first rays of sun cutting through the study window felt like an intrusion, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and the deep exhaustion etched on Adrien's face. He hadn't left my side, his presence a silent vigil against the nightmares that lingered at the edges of my consciousness.
The gentle knock on the door was both expected and unwelcome. Sage Nolan entered, his expression a blend of academic curiosity and deep concern. He carried a small, velvet pouch.
"Luna," he greeted softly, his eyes assessing my state without judgment. "How are you feeling?"
"Empty," I admitted, the word feeling inadequate. "And... different. Like a room that's been cleared out, waiting for new furniture."
"A apt analogy," he nodded. "The nu
