Chapter 23-Claire
My sobs finally soften. The shaking in my hands slows. My breath evens just enough that I’m not drowning inside my own chest and when the last thread of the sigil’s magic fades from beneath us…I collapse forward.Draven catches me before I even hit his shoulder fully. Carter sighs sleepily against him, rubbing his face in Draven’s shirt like he’s done it a hundred times.
Draven brushes a strand of hair from my face, voice low and worried. “Claire… you’re done. You’re drained. You need to rest.”
I try to argue. I open my mouth. A croaked, pathetic sound comes out.
He shakes his head gently. “Exactly.”
Then he stands with both me and Carter in his arms. LJ freezes, eyes widening.“Oh. Oh wow. Hold up.” She throws her hands up.“This is officially too much for my mortal ca
