Dravina POV

Malrik infuriated me. He terrified me, too charging off into danger without telling a soul. Anything could have happened out there. Anything. And if it had, there would have been no one to intervene. No backup. Only silence.

I was livid. And hurt. But when he finally crossed the threshold of Silverlight bloodied, bruised, and withdrawn my anger cracked under the weight of what I was seeing.

He didn’t need a lecture.

He needed strength at his side.

So even though my chest was ...