KANE The door creaks open behind me, the sound slicing through the fragile quiet that had settled in the room. I don’t turn right away. My arms are still wrapped around Nevaeh, holding her close, her body fitting against mine as if it belongs there. Her head rests against my chest, right over my heart, and her fingers are loosely curled into the fabric of my shirt like she’s afraid I might disappear if she lets go. I feel the slight tension that runs through her at the sound of the door, the way her body stiffens for just a second, but she doesn’t pull away. She stays. That alone does something to me. Elara steps inside without knocking. Of course she doesn’t. She never has, and I doubt she ever will. She pauses just inside the doorway, her presence filling the space without effort. Her pale eyes take us in slowly, me sitting, Nevaeh half in my lap, the blanket tangled around us like a shield we didn’t realize we built. Her gaze lingers, observant, quiet. There’s no surprise i
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