Cyrus's fingers stilled in Kane's hair, his expression becoming carefully neutral.
"I survived under... special circumstances," he said quietly. "But that's a bedtime story for another day."
His thumb brushed against Kane's temple with gentleness.
"What's most important right now is that you get some rest. You've been through enough revelations for one evening."
Kane studied Cyrus's face, noting the subtle tension around his eyes. There was definitely more to the story—layers of pain and secrets that Cyrus wasn't ready to share.
The fox in Kane wanted to push, to demand answers about how one dragon could escape the destruction of an entire realm.
His investigative instincts screamed that this was crucial information, especially with Elias hunting fragments of divine power.
But the part of Kane that loved this guarded, wounded man recognized the walls going back up.
