Vireya's POV
After the incident with the image of myself. I tried to pretend everything was fine, but it wasn’t, and I felt it like a splinter beneath my skin.
We were drifting, slowly, quietly, but undeniably. Neither of us said anything, as if silence could somehow hold us together. Days passed like muted shadows. We barely spoke. We stopped doing things together. We even went to bed at different times, our backs turned to eachother.
And it was eating me alive.A terrible thought began to form like mold on my heart: What if he’s tired of me? What if Zevarion wants to be free, but doesn’t know how to say it?
One morning, after he left for his usual hunting trip, a shimmer of golden dust twirled through the air in front of me. My pulse quickened.
Another fairy.
I rolled my eyes, snatching the nearest broom by the wall. “Say one more word about Zevarion or me and I swear, I’ll crush you with this broom,” I snapped.
The fairy flinched and fluttered backward, her wings trembling like fra
