VeliaRain washed the smoke from the air, but the smell of it clung to everything—burned wiring, scorched fur, a ghost that wouldn’t leave.They’d moved the survivors into the old med bay. The walls were still intact there, the lights weak but steady. Velia sat on the floor beside the gurney they’d turned into Venom’s bed, knees drawn up, hands raw and shaking despite the bandages.He slept—or what passed for it in him. His body healed in bursts, jerking as muscle knitted too fast under skin. The wolf did the work, not medicine. It scared her as much as it comforted her.The burns across his shoulders had already scabbed into silver lines. She traced one with her eyes, not her fingers. Every inch of him screamed strength, indestructibility. But she’d seen how he’d thrown himself over her when the world broke, how he’d taken the fire so she wouldn’t.“You idiot,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “You absolute, beautiful idiot.”The monitors clicked in rhythm, a metronome for guilt. Around
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