We woke tangled together in a tent that had not been designed for five people.Sunlight filtered through canvas, painting everything in shades of amber. Through the bond, we felt each other stirring—consciousness returning slowly, reluctantly, like surfacing from deep water.Kael's arm was draped across Lyra's waist. Rhett's face was pressed against Darius's shoulder. Marcus had somehow ended up at the bottom of the pile, muttering complaints in his sleep that made us smile through our collective drowsiness.This. This was what we had fought for. Not grand destiny or cosmic salvation. Just the mundane intimacy of waking up together, alive, whole."Someone is crushing my ribs," Marcus groaned, more awake now."That would be me," Kael admitted, not moving. "You make a comfortable pillow.""I make a prince, not furniture.""You make both, apparently."Through the bond, we felt the gentle teasing, the warmth underneath the complaints. This was new—being able to banter while also sensing e
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