The rain had stopped before dawn. Soft morning light spilled through the tall windows of Kaelira’s bedroom while the estate remained wrapped in silence, the world outside still quiet beneathw fading mist.
Kael lay beside her beneath tangled sheets, one arm resting securely around her waist while she rested against his chest listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a while, neither of them spoke. The stillness felt too comfortable now and that frightened her more than anything else.
Kaelira traced absent patterns against his chest before finally breaking the silence. “What did Ronan mean?”
Kael’s fingers stilled slightly against her waist. She looked up at him carefully.
“When i was over at the palace,” she continued softly, “you said neither of you fully understood what was
