Amara
The days blurred after the charm was found.
I could feel Lucian’s tension thickening the air around us, feel the way his muscles coiled even in his sleep. He thought he hid it well, but I knew. I could feel it through the bond — the restless edge of him, the fury barely contained.
And I wasn’t immune either.
Since that night, my magic had been different. Sharper. More sensitive.
I could sense things now I never noticed before: the faint ebb and flow of energy in the halls, the subtle flicker of power that traced itself along the castle stones, the undercurrent of something… wrong.
It was like the walls were whispering.
Telling me to listen.
Telling me to see.
I didn’t know how to explain it to Lucian without sounding insane, so I kept it to myself for now. Instead, I focused
