Chapter 37 – The Honest Reunion
The air inside the carriage felt still—heavy with something unspoken.
His quiet whisper was not heard by her as it was meant to be.
Leon sat quietly, his silver-white hair now loose, his hoodie pushed back, the makeshift mask gone. His mystic eyes—marked by that radiant white cross in the center and encircled by a prism of shifting colors—met hers without fear.
Seraphine Vael stared.
Her breath caught for a heartbeat.
'He…'
He was right in front of her—alive. Changed, yes. Taller, stronger, older in a way that didn't make sense. His face no longer had the softness of a child, but the sharpened lines of a boy forced to grow too fast.
And yet—
Those eyes.
That quiet stare.
That maddening calm.
It was still him.
Still **Leon**.
The next moment happened without a word.
