"The sea may rage, and stars may fall, but in your arms, I am the calm before every storm."
The wind stirred me from sleep, but with violence, with something more haunting. A murmur that was not breeze, but breath. A whisper across the edges of my magic, and I sat upright, breath shallow. Beside me, Morkai lay in deep, dreamless rest, his silver hair splayed across the pillow, his brow relaxed in sleep, and his body, usually taut with power, seemed at peace.
