The cave was quiet now, save for the steady rhythm of their breaths. Claire’s body still hummed with the remnants of the transformation, the energy coursing through her veins an intoxicating mix of power and chaos. Her mind, however, was a storm.
Ethan sat a few feet away, his back resting against the jagged wall of the cave. He watched her, his gaze unreadable, his shirt still discarded from their earlier embrace. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders.
“You should rest,” he said, his voice softer now, almost gentle, though the undercurrent of authority was impossible to miss.
Claire frowned, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and sensations overtaking her. “How am I supposed to rest when I
