The aftermath did not arrive gently. It crept in on trembling breaths and fractured stone, on the slow realization that the stronghold still stood only because we had refused to let it fall inward. Silas sagged against me, consciousness flickering like a candle in wind. I shifted, bracing his weight more fully, my knees protesting as the echo of moonlight faded from my veins. The door inside me closed, and not sealed, not locked, but resting, like an eye half-lidded and watchful. “Easy,” I murmured, smoothing a hand through Silas’s sweat-damp hair. His light still glimmered faintly beneath his skin, no longer wild, no longer tearing at itself. Kyren moved then, decisive as ever. He shed his wings and crossed the chamber in two strides, crouching beside us. His hands hovered for a fraction of a second before settling on Silas’s shoulders, careful, grounding. “You’re staying awake,” Kyren ordered, voice tight with barely leashed emotion. “You don’t get to check out after that.”
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