Future Sisters, Present Hearts
"Because I missed you."
Leon's words caressed her ear, gentle and warm like the wind of night blowing through an open door. Nova froze. They weren't romantic or over-the-top, but somehow, they cut deeper than she was wasn't prepared for.
Her heart—steady even amidst the fray of combat—traded on her now.
Thump.
Thump.
The noise resonated inside her, booming and urgent, as if it were trying to tell her something. She was sure he would be able to hear it, but her face hardly changed at all. A faint flush spread over her cheeks, one she quickly denied.
Of course, she'd already agreed to be his wife. But that didn't mean she'd revealed her softer spots to him. She was Nova—the storm of battle, the unflinching Grandmaster realm cultivator, the type of woman who didn't bat an eyelid when blades were out. Vulnerability? That was a luxury she rarely granted herself.
