VERA'S POV
The world felt lighter as I sat on the sofa in Draven’s room. The remnants of pain and fear were slowly beginning to fade. The poison, the burn, the pain, they were all gone. I could breathe deeply again, and the weight that had pressed down on my chest lifted. I was alive. I was free.
But the bond between Draven and me was still fragile, still in the process of healing. I could feel it, like a strange but comforting sensation pulsing beneath my skin. It was as though our connection had been mended just enough to keep us alive, but still had a long way to go in order to heal properly.
But there was something else, something more powerful in the air. A sense of change. A shift. I couldn't quite put my finger on it yet, but I knew we had crossed a threshold.
I shifted uncomfor
