Night
came fast.
It has been doing so a lot lately, like the sun had somewhere else more urgent to be. The last light bled slowly behind the trees, stretching the shadows long across the hollow. Fires flickered to life in small, scattered pits, they weren't large or too bright. Just enough for warmth.
Luca sat across from me, sharpening one of Revik’s spare daggers with a piece of rough stone. His fingers moved in a rhythm that was more habit than need. His brows furrowed in concentration, but the tension in his shoulders gave him away.
He was still in pain. Still pretending he wasn’t.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said softly.
“I know,” he murmured, not looking up. “Helps me think.”
“What’re you thinking about?”
“Nothing helpful.”
The stone scraped again.
I pulled my legs benea
