The day darkened. But not because of me—not because of the thunder and storm. It darkened with night. The heavy scent of spring bloom and cool taste of dark air filled the space around us. A gust of black winds swirled out of thin air and blasted while Kilian tore through it. Soaked from rain, his face was cast in shadows, the white and grey of his eyes gone and now veiled black. Relief. Pure relief settled in me.
