EdricAria wanted to walk again.Two days after the bond had formed, the mark on my neck still throbbed with a low, constant heat. I had kept it covered with high collars and scarves, uncertain how to explain the permanent scar that was already settling into my skin. Leon had been almost unbearably attentive since then, checking the mark several times a day, sending quiet pulses of reassurance through the bond whenever my thoughts drifted toward anxiety.“You’re hovering,” Aria said as we stepped onto the gravel path behind the east wing. She was stronger today, color better, though she still moved carefully. “I’m not going to break just because I know what everyone here is.”“I’m not hovering. I’m… accompanying.”She gave me a look that said she wasn’t fooled. We walked slowly, staying on the nearer paths Leon had declared safest. The air was cool and carried the scent of pine and damp earth. For a short while it almost felt normal.That feeling ended when we rounded the corner near
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