Evelyn
Imogen has been pacing the living room again. Something changed after her sister called, but she won’t say what. The tears are gone now, replaced with a nervous energy that makes her flinch at every creak and shadow. Whatever she’s waiting for—dreading—it’s eating her alive.
Ryland’s wounds have finally healed after flushing out the worst of the poison. He sits silently for a moment, staring blankly ahead, before he, too, begins to pace—matching Imogen’s frantic rhythm. Orion is motionless on the couch, lost in thought, his gaze vacant and far away.
Then it happens.
We feel it at the same time: Thaddeus. His mood shifts so suddenly and sharply that both Ryland and I look at each other, startled. Relief and happiness pour through the bond—like sunlight after a storm.
Theo and T
