Kael returns first.
His face is hard.Controlled.Too controlled.
“Window’s open,” he says.
My stomach twists.
Atlas storms out of the bedroom next, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are bloodless.“He was here.”
My vision goes white.
Wren flinches at the sound of his voice.Not because it’s him, but because of theragein it.
I move closer.“Wren...look at me.”
She does.
Barely.
Like her eyes are too heavy.
“Did he touch you?”I whisper.
Her jaw trembles.“No.”
“Did he say something?”
A slow, tiny nod.
I want to break something.
I want to breakhim.
Kael’s voice cuts in, tight as a wire.“Atlas.Outside.Now.”
Atlas growls something low and violent but obeys, disappearing through the ruined doorway.
Kael turns to me.“Stay with her.Don’t let her move.”
Like I’m going anywhere.
I step into her space—slow, careful—and she doesn’t pull away.
Her breath stutters.
“Finn,” she whispers again.
And that’s it.
That’s the moment I break.
I reach out and gently—so gently it hurts—cup the side of her arm, skin warm from the shower and sticky with leftover steam.
“You’re okay,” I murmur.“I’m here.We’re all here.”
Her shoulders shudder.
She steps closer.
