Chapter 37
#MBTACChapter37 — The campfire crackled softly, its warm glow casting flickering shadows across the barren ground. The cursed lands might have been devoid of life, but here, within the protective circle Lyra had conjured, the group found a rare moment of peace. I sat a little apart from the others, Nimbus curled up on my lap, his rhythmic purring soothing my frayed nerves. Timothy was across from me, his broad frame illuminated by the firelight. He was sharpening his blade, the methodical scrape of metal against stone a steady background to the quiet murmurs of Calder and Ronan’s banter. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between us. His words earlier— “You’re important to me. More than you realize.”—kept replaying in my head. What did that even mean? Before I
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