Chapter 11: Rain and MintThe first thing Maya smelled wasn't the sterile ozone of a hospital or the metallic tang of the ritual. It was cedar, mountain rain, and a sharp, cooling hit of peppermint.She opened her eyes to find herself cocooned in soft, heavy furs. A fire crackled nearby, the orange light reflecting off the dark slate walls of the Vane Estate. The silence was different now—not the predatory hush of a fortress under siege, but the deep, exhausted quiet of a sanctuary."Don't try to sit up too fast," a voice rumbled.Maya ignored him, propping herself up on one elbow. Her palms were bandaged, and her body felt like it had been put through a rock crusher, but she was alive. Cillian was sitting in a leather chair by the hearth. He looked human—entirely human—, but there was a new stillness to him. The restless, vibrating tension that had defined him was gone."Julian?" she rasped, her throat feeling like she’d swallowed sandpaper."Gone," Cillian said. He stood and walked
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