Kael’s POVShe says my name once, just that, but the bond carries everything underneath it. The weight of whatever she found in that old text. The decision she's already made about what to do with it. The part of her that's still afraid and doing this anyway.I set the reports down and cross the room. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with a cracked leather book in her lap and her silver eyes tracking my face the way they do when she's measuring something. Not me exactly. The space between us. How much of it she's willing to close.I sit beside her.Not close enough to crowd. Close enough to make the choice clear.She turns the book and shows me the margin note without saying anything. I read it slowly. Then read it again. The healer's handwriting is small and careful, the kind of script that comes from someone who understood that what they were recording mattered and wanted to get every word right.When that wall falls, the bond completes. I look up from the page. "How many walls
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