Leah
I looked at Cain. He stepped forward, settling into the story with the methodical precision of a military debrief. He walked Darien through everything. My death triggering Andromeda's full awakening. My resurrection from the glass coffin. The flight north on Keanu's back. The frost wyrms. The three-headed beast at the entrance that Andromeda had subdued with a single command. The golems. The servants. The ritual chamber.
Darien listened with his jaw tight and his hands on my waist, refusing to break contact, his thumbs moving in absent circles against my hips as if confirming through touch that I was still solid, still real, still here.
“And the nymphs had been pumping you full of hallucinogenic toxin for hours,” Cain continued. “Combined with an aphrodisiac, apparently. By the tim
