[Elara's POV]
It was late in the night. I found it hard to sleep either. The words of that woman had seemed to leave me concerned. I kept wondering what I could do if everything would really be alright again. "Will it?"
I stood up from the bed and made my way to the kitchen, gulping a cup of water, and letting out a breath. The silence that echoed in the house only seemed deafening. The air felt heavy, more like the whole house was waiting for something.
I stepped out of the kitchen, deciding to make my way up to the balcony, only to find Kieran already there again—leaning forward on the railing, his arms tense, jaw tight like the silence itself had been grinding against his bones.
I approached his side as he turned, noticing my presence. Kieran handed me a warm mug without a word. His hand brushed mine—hot, rough, real. Our eyes met in that moment, and I still couldn't look away.
We both stood, eyes staring at the town. The stars weren't out tonight; only the sky glowed.
