Ember's POV. As the soft morning light crept through the cracks in the window, I stirred awake, my body sore from the night before. I blinked a few times, letting the details of the room come into focus, and there he was, right beside me, my little Loak. He looked so peaceful, a sight that felt like a small miracle after everything we’d been through last night.I reached out, brushing a lock of dark hair from his forehead. The feral fever had gripped him so fiercely, and there had been moments I wasn’t sure he’d make it. I could still feel the remnants of the fear in my chest, the hours I’d spent by his side, cooling his forehead with a warm embrace, whispering softly that I was there, that I wasn’t going anywhere. I had fought the tears all night, refusing to let him see my fear, but the weight of it hung heavy in me now.But he looked okay now—his breathing was even, his face relaxed. I felt a deep, shaky relief settle over me, but I didn’t want to disturb him. Gently, I pulle
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