KALEL
I couldn't stop touching her. Just small things—fingers brushing her wrist, palm against her lower back, shoulder bumping hers as we walked toward the packhouse. Making sure she was really here. Alive. Whole.
Different, but still Savannah.
Those three days without her had hollowed me out. I'd felt her bond stretched thin as spider silk, barely there but not broken. Now it hummed between us, stronger than before. Vibrating with something new.
"You're hovering," she said without looking at me, a hint of a smile in her voice.
"Deal with it." I matched her stride, hyperaware of Iowyn trailing behind us, his cold presence prickling the hair on my neck. "You were dead for three minutes. I get hovering privileges."
Her step faltered. "I was what?"
Shit. Way to welcome her home.
"You
