Elara’s POVThe person said entering the room, and my heart stopped for one painful second before it started racing again. “Kael?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, desperate to be sure it was really him and not another cruel trick of my exhausted mind. He walked closer, his familiar scent reaching me first, strong and grounding, before his hand closed around mine with that exact pressure I had missed so deeply. He sat beside me on the bed and gently lifted my body onto his lap, cradling me against his chest as if I weighed nothing at all. I lifted a trembling hand and touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his cheek, the warmth of his skin, needing to feel that he was solid and real beneath my fingers.He smiled at me, that slow, crooked smile that had always belonged only to me, and something inside my chest cracked open. “He’s back,” I said, turning my head toward Ava, who stood there smiling with tears shining in her eyes as she nodded quickly, una
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