Nevara
Michelle’s hand hovered on the door handle, her body tense, spine straight. She looked like she couldn’t get out of the room fast enough.
But fate had other plans.
The door swung inward before she could open it, and Kael stepped through, eyebrows raised.
“Oh s**t,” he said, blinking. “She’s awake?”
Thoren nodded from where he stood at my side. “Yeah. About five minutes after we thought she was gone for good.”
Kael’s eyes locked onto mine, full of awe. “Damn, Nevara. That bond must’ve kicked in late. But it worked.”
He grinned. “So you two are fully bonded now? Congratulations. Not exactly the romantic setup, but hey—”
He looked around, noting the tension thick enough to cut with a blade. His grin faded. “Why does everyone look like they’re one sarcastic comment away from rip
