Mira's POV
The path back toward our house stretched quiet ahead of us, moonlight silvering the gravel, and neither of us seemed in any particular hurry to reach it.
We didn't talk much on the walk back. We didn't need to. There was something easy about the silence between us that night, full instead of empty, the kind that comes after laughing too hard at something small and still carrying the warmth of it in your chest. By the time we reached the manor steps, Rowan had gone quiet in that way he did when his mind wandered somewhere I wasn't invited to follow, and I let him have it, mostly because I was too tired and too content to chase after another mystery tonight.
I slept better than I had in weeks.
The next morning, I woke up still wearing his jacket, which I chose not to examine t
