Outside, the sun finally broke through the clouds, spilling gold across the dusty floor. And in the quiet of the abandoned weaver’s loft, two broken people held on to each other—and to the small, luminous thing growing between them.
Kael squeezed her hand gently. “You’re not thrown away,” he said, his voice rough. “Not anymore.” True Bond -Ch.1 Part 5- -Cloudlet-
The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the world in a hush so complete that Kael could hear the soft drip-drip-drip of water falling from the eaves of the safehouse. He hadn't slept. Not truly. He’d only floated in that gray space between waking and dreaming, haunted by the echo of a single word spoken in the dark: Cloudlet . Outside, the sun finally broke through the clouds,
Spectral residue , he realized. From the moment she had touched him last night. “You’re not thrown away,” he said, his voice rough