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The Edge of Rest

Author: Ashley Sheeks
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-22 07:18:53

Braxton’s POV

Night pressed close around the old tower, the air thick with pine sap and the faint hiss of insects waking in the dark. We’d made camp at the base, a ring of bedrolls and the small comfort of a shuttered lantern. The flame inside barely breathed—Lira’s ward would hide its light, but it still made me nervous. Everything about this forest felt eager for a reason to look our way.

Eastin was still awake, sitting on a broken stair with Lira beside him. She was cleaning her short blade with quick, efficient strokes. He was talking too much, the way he did when he needed to keep his hands busy.

“You never stop moving,” she murmured.

“Habit,” he said. “If I sit still too long, I start thinking.”

“Dangerous,” she said, but the edge of her mouth softened.

I turned away, giving them the illusion of privacy. The two of them fit together better than either would admit: his steadiness, her precision. She carried herself like someone born to command—eyes always scanning, senses always
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