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Naya pov

Author: Joanz
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-01 02:04:59

He was still staring at me.

Like I’d break if he blinked.

Like if he looked away, I might vanish again.

I hated it.

That look.

Like I was glass.

Pity

He opened his mouth once, then shut it. Jaw tight. Their lips pressed together like he was holding back something sharp.

“Asher,” I said, voice low. “What?”

He didn’t answer.

Just looked at me again with that expression.

The one that said he knew.

The one that made my lungs feel too small for my chest.

“What?” I snapped. “Just say it. Stop looking at me like I need protection!”

His nostrils flared, but he didn’t rise to it. His voice, when he spoke, was careful. Too careful.

“They found where you were,” he said. “The scent trail. Broken bindings. Silver.”

I froze.

The word hit harder than I expected.

He went on, slower now. “There were… signs. The kind no one could fake. The kind you don’t just walk away from. Naya…”

He didn’t finish.

Didn’t need to.

My stomach dropped. My throat burned.

He knew.

My heart thudded once, hard.

Then I said
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