Scarlett’s POV

The first thing I notice when I enter Kieran’s room is the quiet hum of energy. The healer is already there, meticulously adjusting the bandages over his still-recovering wound, humming softly under her breath. Every note, every shift of energy makes my ancestral senses tingle. Something is off, but I can’t yet pinpoint it.

Kieran lies propped up on the pillows, pale, tense, and aware. His eyes lift as I enter, a faint spark of relief there. He doesn’t say anything yet; ...