The Nalvas—wearing Kael like a favorite shirt—tilted its head. “And now?”
“You never said goodbye,” he said. His voice was exactly as she remembered—not accusatory, just curious. nalvas
And then the mist unraveled.
Elara’s hands trembled around the painted stone. “I couldn’t. If I said goodbye, it would be real.” The Nalvas—wearing Kael like a favorite shirt—tilted its
