The world doesn’t feel quiet anymore.
Every sound hums through me like a thread of energy. The rustle of wind against the windows, the whisper of hearts beating in the next room, the soft pulse of my own blood moving beneath my skin. I can’t tell where the noise ends and I begin.
It’s constant. Relentless.
When I open my eyes, the world looks too sharp, too alive. Edges shimmer faintly, like the air itself is breathing. My skin glows faintly in the light seeping through the curtains, my mark pulsing beneath the sleeve of my shirt.
Talon’s standing by the doorway again. He’s barely slept. His eyes are shadowed, but they never stop watching me. Steady, protective and always there.
“You didn’t sleep.” He says softly.
I don’t answer. My gaze drifts toward the window. There’s something in
