He withdrew under the thick canvas, lying down on his sleeping bag without removing his boots. Silence returned to the camp, disturbed only by the steady breath of the wind and the crackling of the fire. Klein closed his eyes, trying to force his mind to relax. But the image of Amaera, sitting near the fire with that expression of vulnerability, remained etched behind his eyelids.
Late in the night, when the fire was nothing more than a pile of glowing embers and the cold of Tenebris crept through the seams of the tent, a faint noise caught Klein's attention. The rustle of the zipper was almost imperceptible.
