Chapter 92

Maren

The storm passes before dawn, but the air doesn’t clear.

It hangs heavy and wet, as though the clouds have only lowered themselves to rest among the trees. When I open my eyes, the cabin feels smaller than it did last night—closer, the walls breathing with me.

Kaelen is asleep in the chair near the hearth, head bowed, arms folded across his chest. The fire behind him is down to coals, dull r