Nox

Charli and Silvia both turned at the sound of my voice. Mindlessly, I scanned Charli’s beautiful frame—unscathed and unharmed. My mind knew it to be true, but the need to confirm it was almost unstoppable.

“Come here,” I commanded.

Charli didn’t question the demand as she stepped toward me, her feet bare and her golden eyes wide and swirling with a kaleidoscope of emotion—fear, concern, and anxiety all vied for top billing.

“Silvia, ...