Zara’s POV
Charging while half-recovering from mystical chest pain was not ideal.
But I was learning that ideal conditions rarely consulted me.
Greyson released me the moment my footing steadied, trusting without hesitation that I would remain upright.
Dangerous confidence.
Accurate confidence.
We hit Morvena’s front line together.
The bond flared so brightly it almost felt visible—silver fire threading around gold force, our instincts colliding and then aligning mid-motion. I knew where Greyson would step before he moved. He knew when I would cast before I raised a hand.
It should have been unsettling.
Instead it felt natural.
Which was far more alarming.
A black-armored soldier slashed toward my ribs. I twisted aside before conscious thought caught up, caught his wrist, and se
