Lynn's POV

I thought about the hospital.

The way memories surface when you've stopped fighting them — soft, specific. A corridor. A form I'd signed alone. The fluorescent light above the bed where I'd held Baron and Lira for the first time, one in each arm, and made a promise to two people who couldn't understand it yet.

I thought about driving back through the Fire Moon gate, fear and resentment so tangled I couldn't tell them apart. About fights that drew blood without ...