Page 222 of Marked By His Hunger
Unbreakable.
“What happened?” he asked.
I hesitated.
Because how did I explain that I had stood in a place full of the dead—and they had waited for me?
“I wasn’t just seeing them anymore,” I said slowly. “They weren’t reaching for me. They weren’t lost.”
His eyes darkened.
“They were waiting.”
The words settled between us.
Heavy.
Real.
“For you,” he said.
Not a question.
I nodded.
“And I could stop it,” I added. “The pull—the drain—I could shut it down.”
His hand tightened on mine.
“That is not Necromancy as it is taught here.”
“I know.”
The infirmary shifted around us—quiet, warded, ancient. The stone walls were carved with binding runes, glowing faintly beneath the surface, layered protections meant to contain magic that got out of hand.
It felt smaller now.
Like I had outgrown it.
That thought should have scared me.
It didn’t.
Because Raven was still here.
Still holding me.
Still watching me like I was the most important thing in the world.
“You are stronger,” he said quietly.
“I feel different.”
“Because you are.”
A third voice cut into the room.
Cool.
