MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY
“They feel it, you know. The shift. It’s spreading through the whole sanctuary.”
Lyra opened up her senses, freaky, but useful, and yeah, he wasn’t lying. The bond they’d reforged was echoing through the old stones, beefing up the energy for everyone. Love, pure and simple, was making the whole place stronger.
“My people built this for exactly that,” she said, real pride creeping in. “Not just to patch up wounds, but to make sure the people who fight darkness don’t do it alone.”
Marcus squeezed her hand, and suddenly they both just got it. The sanctuary wasn’t just a safe place. It was a forge, turning battered bonds into straight-up weapons against whatever monster crawled out of the dark.