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(Chapter 89:Author's Pov)

Lorenzo

The night was unnervingly quiet.

Lorenzo stirred, his body still aching from battle, but his mind refused to rest. His instincts screamed at him to stay alert, even in this supposed sanctuary.

Mira lay beside him, her breathing slow, her face relaxed in sleep. The firelight flickered over her features, casting soft golden hues against her skin. His fingers itched to reach out—to reassure himself she was truly there, safe.

And he did.

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, but the moment his fingertips grazed her skin, a pulse of magic rippled through the air.

Lorenzo stiffened.

It wasn't the usual hum of power she carried. This was something else—deeper, older, like a storm stirring beneath her skin. Even in sleep, she was reacting to him.