Kieran P.O.V
For the first time since this whole mess started, watching her sleep didn’t feel like waiting for her to disappear.
Her breathing was slow but even. The glow of her mark had settled into a calm, steady rhythm that matched the pulse under my own skin. The constant, invisible yank of the Gate had eased into a hum in the background instead of a hook in my ribs.
Shade stretched out in my mind, ears forward—not relaxed, but no longer braced for impact.
She’s anchored, he said quietly. Finally.
Rayven adjusted the blanket over Amelia one last time, then stepped back with a healer’s wary satisfaction.
“She’s out,” she murmured. “Body sleep. Not realm-sleep. That’s what we needed.”
Lira hovered near the foot of the bed, arms folded tight, eyes on Amelia’s face like she could ke
