Nevara
I stretched my fingers first. Just a small movement, but it felt… miraculous.
Then my legs shifted beneath the covers, sore but strong, like something inside me had been stitched back together tighter than before. And for once, I didn’t feel like I was being held together with whispers and willpower. I felt real. Present. Alive.
Maybe it was the bond humming steady between us.
Maybe it was the ring still warm on my finger.
Maybe it was the fact that no one was lying—not right now. Not yet.
Either way, I wasn’t wasting it.
I sat up.
Thoren, who’d been pacing near the window like a protective shadow, turned the second he heard the sheets move.
“Whoa—wait. You should be resting,” he said, already moving toward me.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “I’ve done enough re
