I glanced around the tent for what felt like the hundredth time, the air pressing heavy against my skin. Luca was nowhere in sight. My fingers idly stroked the baby dragon's soft hair as I listened for footsteps outside. The child's warmth in my arms was steady, grounding—but not enough to silence the unease twisting in my gut.
The flap rustled. Luca stepped in, the faint night chill clinging to him. His expression was set, but I could see the urgency in his movements.
"What happened?" My voice came out clipped, sharper than intended.
"The Devil Cultists have attacked," he said quickly. "Stay safe, and keep her safe as well. I'll go to the battlefield."
Already turning to leave.
No. Not without me.
I caught his wrist before he could take another step, my grip firm despite the warmth of his skin seeping into mine. I met his eyes, letting him see the steel behind my calm. "I will come as well."
His answer came instantly. "No. You don't have any powers now."
