Veer's expression softened. "Everyone's allowed secrets, Kaya. Even from their husband." He smiled. "Just promise me one thing."
"What?"
"If you're in danger—real danger—tell me. Let me help."
Kaya met his eyes and nodded. "I promise."
It was the truth. If something went truly wrong, she'd tell him.
But until then, the heat in her chest, the floating, the strength—those were hers to figure out.
On her own terms.
Veer stood and pulled her up with him. "Come on. Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow, Raven wants to spar with you."
Kaya groaned. "Of course he does."
"He says he needs to see if you're as good as I claim."
"And if I beat him?"
Veer grinned. "Then I get to brag about my wife for the rest of my life."
Despite everything, Kaya smiled. "Deal."
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At midnight, Kaya looked at Veer, who was already asleep, one arm thrown over his face, breathing deep and steady.
