Amelia P.O.V
Rayven gives me one last assessing look. “You two behave,” she says. “No attempting to communally rewire ancient magic while I’m out of the room.” Then she follows Lira.
The door clicks.
The healer wing goes quiet again.
It’s just us.
Me.
Kieran.
And the soft scent of herbs.
For a second, neither of us speaks.
Then, because if I don’t say it, I’m going to combust, I whisper, “You stayed.”
He exhales a breath that’s half laugh, half something else. “Amelia,” he says, voice rough. “I crossed three territories and nearly got disemboweled by your Alpha’s stare. You really think I was going to leave the second you closed your eyes?”
Heat crawls up my neck.
I remember... some things,” I say slowly. “The tether. The Gate. You at the door. The bond flaring. But after that,
