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“No,” I said after a second. “I don’t think I am.”

That might have been the strangest part of all of it. I should have been.

By any reasonable measure, I should have been overwhelmed, questioning every decision that had led to this point, trying to find a way to step back from something that had just altered the course of my life without giving me time to prepare for it.

Instead, I felt… clear and aware—grounded in a way that didn’t leave room for panic.

“You said this aligns biological systems,” I said.

“Yes.”

“And that affects both of us.”

“Yes.”

I let out a slow breath. “That explains a lot.”

“What does it explain?”

I met his gaze again.

“Why this doesn’t feel like a mistake,” I said.

The words stayed there between us, not needing to be taken back, not needing to be softened.

His focus didn’t shift away.

“No,” he said. “It does not.”

I held his gaze for another moment, then allowed myself to lean back slightly, just enough to ease the strain without breaking the connection that still held us in place.

Outside, the settlement moved as it always did—distant voices, the muted rhythm of people going about their lives, unaware that anything had changed inside this room.

But everything had. I could feel it in him and in myself. In the space we no longer had between us.

And for the first time since I had found him at the door, I understood that whatever came next—whatever was waiting for us beyond this room, beyond this moment—it wouldn’t be something either of us faced alone.

Chapter Ten

Thexan

The stability held.

It did not fluctuate or degrade the way it had before. It did not require constant correction or conscious containment. The disruption along my neural pathways had resolved entirely, the interference from the weapon no longer present as an active variable. My system had recalibrated to a new baseline, one that no longer fought itself.

The difference was absolute.

But stabilization was not the only change.

Brynn remained against me, her body warm, her breathing still uneven from what had passed between us. The bond no longer felt like a corrective force pulling damaged systems into alignment. It had settled deeper than that, integrated into awareness in a way I could not separate from myself.

I knew her, but not fully yet. There were facts I did not possess, memories I had not earned, pieces of her life that remained beyond my reach.

But the bond had given me something more immediate than knowledge.

Recognition.

She had chosen to save me when distance would have been safer. She had accepted a permanence she did not fully understand because she would not allow me to die when another path existed. That choice moved through me with more force than the completed bond itself.