POV: VAREKThe glow burns so bright it throws light on all of their faces, and I see it.I see everything.I’m standing near the edge of the living room, back against the wall, arms crossed, and I don’t move. I don’t blink. I just watch.Arin’s hand is lit up like a damn signal flare, and Darius is still kneeling in front of him, fingers wrapped around the boy’s smaller hand like he’s scared to let go.Elara steps closer without thinking. Of course she does. She always moves toward him. Even when she swears she won’t.“Arin,” she says, her voice tight. “Baby, look at me. Does it hurt?”He shakes his head fast. “No. It’s just loud.”“Loud how?” Kael asks.“In here.” Arin taps his chest. “Like something’s knocking.”Darius’ jaw tightens. I see it from here. That small flex near his ear.“What’s knocking?” he asks gently.Arin looks up at him, and for a second they just stare at each other. Same eyes. Same stubborn set to their mouth.“I don’t know,” Arin says. “But it’s not from here.”
آخر تحديث : 2026-02-26 اقرأ المزيد