Moon Bound With You
Waiting.
Inside, the fire burned, warm and steady. Rowan sat across from me, silent, watching me with the same intensity that had kept the shadow at bay. I wanted to look away, to be angry, to push him out, but I couldn’t.
“Rest,” he said finally, voice softer. “You’ve done enough for tonight.”
I nodded. I tried to lie down. My mind buzzed, images of the shadow and its tendrils flashing across my vision. The ache in my chest settled into a dull thrum, a reminder of what had been awakened. I closed my eyes.
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