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And who do I belong to, Theron?

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Elowen’s POV

Later that night the Blackthorn mansion, usually alive with the subtle movements and hushed conversations of its inhabitants, had finally settled into a profound silence. The crackling fire in the grand hearth downstairs had long since died down to embers, leaving only the soft, ethereal amber glow of moonlight pouring through the wide, arched windows of the long hallways, painting the polished marble floor in pale, silvered stripes. I hadn’t been able to find sleep, the turbulent echoes of the day’s confrontations still swirling restlessly within me.

Their anger earlier hadn’t truly scared me. It was the raw, unwavering love that lay beneath their protective fury that had left me feeling strangely vulnerable, exposed in a way that made my chest ache.

I wrapped the soft, plush blanket tighter around my shoulders, seeking a small measure of comfort, and wandered quietly down the silent corridor. My bare feet made no sound on the cool, smooth marble beneath them. I pass
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