KIERAN’S POV
Nightfang never truly slept—not with patrols rotating and sentries posted—but the sharp edge of activity had dulled. Voices were lower now. Footsteps softer.
The quiet wasn’t unusual, but in the wake of all that had been revealed tonight, it felt like the kind of hush that followed something momentous.
As if the ground had shifted, but no one knew how to thread the new path revealed.
Sera and I stayed suspended in that strange bubble as I walked her upstairs to the guest room.
After she slipped her hand from mine earlier, she never reclaimed it, but my palm still tingled with her warmth. I shoved my hands in my pockets to resist reaching for her.
The silence wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t empty. It was full—heavy with everything we hadn’t said yet.
Too soon, we reached the guest room.
She didn’t turn to face me immediately. She rested her palm against the wall and took a deep breath, like she was bracing herself against something.
I cleared my throat.
