True Bond -ch.1 Part 5- -cloudlet- -

The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the world in a hush so complete that Kael could hear the soft drip-drip-drip of water falling from the eaves of the safehouse. He hadn't slept. Not truly. He’d only floated in that gray space between waking and dreaming, haunted by the echo of a single word spoken in the dark: Cloudlet .

The chase had been brutal. Two blocks through the flooded undercity, then a frantic climb up a rusted fire escape as the Enforcers’ mag-lamps swept the alleys below. Lian had moved like water—silent, swift—but Kael had stumbled on a loose grate, his bad leg giving way. He had braced for the impact of cold stone, but instead, her hand had caught his wrist. True Bond -Ch.1 Part 5- -Cloudlet-

Kael stared at her open palm. At the soft, luminous thing hovering just above her skin. Every instinct he had—every lesson from the Academy, every scar from the field—screamed at him to refuse. To keep his distance. To treat her as a source, an asset, a problem to be solved. The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving

The world didn’t shift this time. It opened . He’d only floated in that gray space between

Kael nodded slowly, pulling his wrist from her grip. The ghost of her touch still tingled. “What are you?”

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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.