Chapter 59. Reclaimed

Warmth held her gently, like hands that dared not squeeze too tightly for fear of breaking something delicate. Mira drifted in and out of consciousness, her body nestled in a cocoon of soft furs and silks. The air was still, sweet with the faint scent of pine and ash, and when she blinked through the haze clinging to her lashes, she recognized the familiar curve of the canvas ceiling above her. Kaelen’s tent.

Memory returned in pieces—flashes of silver light, the chant of an ancient spell, arms that caught her as she collapsed. Kaelen’s voice in her ear. A promise not to let go. Her throat tightened, but the emotion rising in her chest was too raw to shape into words.

She stirred. Her limbs ached, her fingers tingled with returning blood, and her bones felt like they’d been scattered and reassembled. Every movement was a quiet struggle, as though her body had only just remembered how to belong to her again.

Then came the voice—not external, but within.

Famili