The campfire’s glow pulsed once, warm and almost alive, as if the library itself was listening.
Kevin had closed his eyes, his breathing finally slowing to sothing steadier. His hands, still clenched against the cushion, had relaxed. Vivianne sat cross-legged, staring into the ash with an expression that hovered sowhere between exhaustion and thoughtfulness.
Evelina’s thumb traced slow circles on the back of my hand.
"The archmage will co for us soon," she said quietly. "He won’t let us rest for long."
"Then we rest now."
"Aren’t you tired, Cael?"
"Exhausted."
"Then rest."
She tugged gently, pulling sideways until my head rested against her lap. Her long hair slled like sothing familiar, not quite flowers, not quite smoke. Sothing that was just her.
Maybe it was her succubus abilities getting to .
I closed my eyes.
"You two are disgustingly comfortable with each other," Vivianne muttered, but there was no heat in it.
"You’ll understand when you’re older," Evelina replied.
"I’m only a year younger than you two."
"Then why not do the sa with Illinalta right there? You two seem comfortable."
"W-What!?"
Vivianne wanted to argue, but she bit her tongue at once, reminded that she was once again speaking to a D’Arclight. She’d rather not lose her head upon returning to Eryndor over sothing as
"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lady D’Arclight."
Kevin opened one eye at Vivianne’s flustered denial, then closed it again without comnt. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before disappearing back into exhaustion.
"You’re blushing," Evelina observed, her tone mild.
"The lighting in here is—"
"Is not the reason your cheeks are red."
Vivianne opened her mouth, closed it, then turned deliberately toward the cold campfire and refused to look at any of us. The tips of her ears had gone pink. Even through the borrowed coat and the ruined shirt and the exhaustion carved into her features, she looked younger than I’d ever seen her.
Kevin’s smile returned, slightly less faint this ti.
"I hate all of you," Vivianne said to the fire.
"No, you don’t," I murmured against Evelina’s lap.
"Damn it all..." she just sighed.
Evelina’s fingers combed through my hair, slow and thodical. The succubus’s faint glow pulsed at her throat, barely visible in the lamplight.
"We should sleep," she said. "All of us. Doesn’t seem like we’re in a ti limit this ti. Healing magic could only do so much to heal the ntal strain the trials gave us."
Vivianne finally turned back, her blush faded but not gone. She looked at Evelina, then at , then at Kevin’s sprawled form on the cushion beside her.
"No argunts," she said, surprising all of us. "I’m too tired to argue."
She lay down on her side, pulling the collar of Kevin’s coat up around her ears. Her eyes closed. Within monts, her breathing had evened out into the rhythm of sleep.
Kevin watched her for a mont, sothing unreadable crossing his face, then closed his own eyes and let his body go slack.
The campfire’s ash glowed once, twice, then dimd to near darkness.
Evelina’s fingers didn’t stop moving in my hair.
"You should sleep too," she said quietly.
"So should you."
"I will. After you."
I wanted to argue, but the warmth of her lap, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the quiet darkness of the chamber, all of it pressed against like a blanket. My eyes grew heavy. My thoughts slowed.
"Evelina."
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure I could. The words tangled sowhere between my chest and my throat, too big for the space between us.
Instead, I reached up and caught her hand, holding it against my cheek.
Her fingers curled around mine.
"Sleep, Cael," she whispered.
And I did.
***
The archmage watched from the darkness between shelves, his blind eyes seeing everything.
The four of them slept around the cold campfire, their breathing synchronized in the way of people who had learned to trust each other in a place that offered no guarantees. The boy with the mixed magic and the aberration. The noblewoman who wore three souls like a second skin. The scholarship student who carried his mother’s death like a stone around his neck. The nobleman’s daughter who was the most normal out of all of them.
"Interesting."
He’d called them entertaining, and they were. But they were also sothing else. Sothing he hadn’t expected to find after three centuries of watching wandering fools stumble through his corridors.
Potential.
He tapped his cane once against the stone floor, and the campfire’s ash glowed brighter for just a mont. A little warmth for their sleep. A small kindness, the first he’d offered in years.
"Don’t get used to it," he murmured to no one.
Then he faded back into the darkness, leaving them to their rest.
***
I woke to the sll of bread.
Not the stale, dust-caked air of the library, but actual bread. Freshly baked, still warm, the kind you’d find early in the morning.
My eyes opened.
The chamber had changed again while we slept. The cold campfire was now a real one, flas crackling in a stone ring, and arranged around it were plates of food. Bread, cheese, dried at, a pot of sothing that stead and slled like tea.
Evelina was already awake, sitting cross-legged beside , a cup of tea in her hands. Her white hair had been pulled back from her face, tied with a strip of her own dark magic.
"How long was I out?"
"A few hours." She took a sip of tea. "The archmage brought breakfast."
"That’s suspicious."
"Everything here is suspicious." She gestured with her cup toward the food. "But it slls real, and it’s been a while since I tasted actual food, and if he wanted us dead, he could have done it while we were sleeping."
"Fair point."
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Across the fire, Kevin and Vivianne were already eating, their plates half-empty. They looked better than they had last night. Not healed, exactly, but restored. Rested.
Vivianne caught looking and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I think I agree with Evelina, you and Kevin make a good couple."
Vivianne just gave an irritated look. "Seriously, does just being friends an nothing to you people?"
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