Nevara
The door clicked shut behind him, and silence rushed in like breath held too long.
I stood there, motionless, hand still hovering where his had been—where my fingers had brushed his without meaning to. The warmth of it lingered, like the last flicker of a fire before the ashes settle cold.
Static. That’s all it was. Dry air. Old stone. A castle full of shifting heat and shadow. Nothing more.
I closed my hand slowly, curled my fingers inward, as if I could snuff out the feeling. It meant nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Except…
The robe felt tighter around my waist than it had a moment ago. I loosened the belt a bit more and turned toward the mirror, catching the flush in my cheeks and the way my hair clung to my shoulders, still damp from the shower. The air kissed wet skin and m
