Silence lingered in the house even after Ian could no longer feel the strange presence that had disturbed them earlier.
Destiny seemed to have lost that feeling as well, and for several moments, neither of them spoke. Ian remained beside the bed, looking down at the twins before finally turning toward Destiny, his expression carrying a trace of anxiety that he couldn't quite conceal.
"Didn't you say his consciousness had scattered and that it would take some time before he awakened?" he asked, hoping that perhaps he had misunderstood something.
"I did, but it seems he's repairing the damage much faster than I expected."
Destiny sighed, her brows drawing together slightly as she considered the matter. She didn't seem particularly surprised, but Ian knew her well enough to recognize that she wasn't entirely pleased with the development either.
