“Are you going to shut me out forever, or can I come in?”
My voice cracked a little, softer than I meant it to be. I stood in front of the door to my own cage—well, our chamber now—but it didn’t feel like mine anymore. Not with Nyssa on the other side and silence between us like a wall I couldn’t climb.
No answer.
I let out a breath, then slowly pushed the door open.
The fire in the hearth was low, casting a warm gold across the stone floor. Nyssa sat curled near it, knees to her chest, wrapped in one of my shirts. She didn’t turn around. Her eyes were fixed on the flames like they were trying to speak to her.
“Nyssa,” I said again.
Still nothing.
I stepped inside and closed the door gently behind me. My boots were loud on the stone, and it felt like I was interrupting something sac
