“Nyssa… it’s me. You’re safe.”
Her silver eyes glowed like moonlit steel, wild and sharp, locked onto mine as if she wasn’t sure who—or what—I was. She didn’t answer. Her lips parted, but no words came. Then, a sound rolled from her throat—low, uncertain, almost animal.
A growl.
My instincts flared, warning me to step back. I didn’t. I’d just held her in my arms. I’d kissed her lips and touched every fragile, healing part of her. I wasn’t afraid of whatever had awakened inside her. I was afraid of what she’d feel if she thought she was alone in it.
Her body tensed beneath me. Her breath was uneven, faster, like she was fighting something invisible under her skin.
I eased off her, hands raised slightly. “Easy. It’s alright. I’m still me. And you’re still you. Just stay strong. Be with
