The dawn that broke over Marirstil wasn’t just a change in the weather; it was a reclamation of the soul. On the balcony of the Upper Spire, the air was still sharp with the lingering scent of ozone and the heavy, intoxicating warmth of Lucie’s skin against Henry’s. The silver-blue radiance beneath his skin had settled into a slow, rhythmic pulse, no longer a frantic weapon but a steady heartbeat. He held her as the first true sun the city had seen in years climbed higher, turning the glass shards of the ruins into a field of diamonds."You’re still thinking about it, aren't you?" Lucie murmured, her voice a low vibration against his chest. She shifted, her legs tangling with his, the friction of her bare skin a sudden, white-hot spark in the cool morning air. "The way the light felt when it hit the rift. The way it felt to almost lose yourself."Henry sighed, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. The hyper-sensitivity of his Scion-state m