Lyra’s POVThe silence didn’t break. It settled. Not the kind that comes from uncertainty or hesitation, but something steadier, more deliberate, like the space itself had adjusted to a new state and no longer needed to question it.I could feel Kaelen in front of me. Close. Focused. Waiting. But the urgency that should have pulled me toward him didn’t rise the way it used to. It registered, clear and present, but it didn’t override everything else. That was the difference. Everything felt… ordered. Not quiet. Not empty. Aligned.“Lyra.” My name reached me again, lower this time, steadier, like he was choosing control over force.I held his gaze. I knew what he was looking for—the shift, the fracture, the moment where I slipped beyond reach. But I wasn’t slipping. That was what he didn’t understand.“I’m here,” I said. The words came easily, truthfully. And that should have meant something. It didn’t change the way his expression tightened. Because he could feel it too. The difference
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