Irene's POVThe tent flap rustled.I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was. The bond told me. That familiar warmth spreading through my chest. That awareness of his presence that I had never been able to shake, no matter how hard I tried.Karson.He didn't speak.I heard him settle into the chair beside my cot. Heard the creak of wood as he leaned forward. Heard his breathing, slow and measured, like he was trying to control something that threatened to break free.I kept my eyes closed.Part of me wasn't ready to face him. Wasn't ready for whatever conversation was coming. The poison still dragged at my blood, making everything feel heavy and distant.But I couldn't pretend to sleep forever.I opened my eyes.He looked terrible.His face was pale beneath the grime and dried blood. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. The bandage on his shoulder had been changed, but red was already seeping through again.He should have been resting. Should have been letting the healers treat his
Last Updated : 2026-03-02 Read more