(Kaelan's POV)
Outside, the rain was coming down harder. Not a single window light was on across the other floors.
The people below only heard the wind howling and the distant roll of thunder—unaware that on the sixth floor, two worlds had just collided.
I was still on my knees, with Rhea in my arms. Her body felt light—too light—as if part of her soul hadn’t completely returned yet. Her breathing was steady, but the pulse in her neck was still uneven.
Right where my blood had merged with hers, the silver light still pulsed softly—glowing beneath skin and fabric, alive, refusing to fade.
Something felt strange in my chest.
Hot and cold. Burning and freezing all at once.
And every time she breathed, I could feel it—inside me too.
I stared at her for a long while.
“Why does it feel
