True Bond -ch.1 Part 5- -cloudlet- [top] -

Lian was crying too, silently, her fingers still intertwined with his. The cloudlet between their palms had grown brighter, steadier—no longer a stray wisp, but a small, steady flame.

Slowly, he reached out and placed his hand in hers.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and led him into the abandoned weaver’s loft, her bare feet leaving faint, glowing prints on the rotten floorboards that faded after a few seconds.