Chapter 33- Still Water
The lake was exactly as it had been the night they first kissed. Still. Silvered. Unassuming. As if the world hadn’t shifted its axis since then. Mikaela stood at the water’s edge, boots abandoned, toes brushing the cool shallows. The moon hung low, reflected perfectly on the surface, and for the first time since the trial began, her chest didn’t feel tight with waiting. Rhys came up behind her without a sound, arms sliding around her waist, chin resting lightly on her shoulder. “You bring me here every time everything gets loud,” he murmured. She smiled. “It reminds me that some things don’t change just because the world does.” They stood like that for a while, bodies aligned, breathing slow and synchronized. The bond rested between them—not humming, not pulling—just there. Solid
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