Rya's POVThe stone walls were cold.But not colder than his silence.Three days.That’s how long it had been since Reagan ordered me to be locked up.Not as a traitor.Not even like one of the rogues who defied him.No.I got meals. Fresh water. A mattress, even.Because despite everything, despite how furious he was… Reagan still cared.That was the worst part.I leaned back against the wall, knees drawn up to my chest, arms folded over them. My wolf was restless beneath my skin, pacing, scratching. Not because she hated the cell, but because she missed him.I hated myself for what I did.And yet… I didn’t regret it.The door creaked open.I didn’t move.Didn’t need to.Footsteps. Slow. Familiar.Otis.He stepped into the cell like he always did with purpose, like the weight of the world was his to carry.“Don’t you knock anymore?” I muttered without looking up.Otis exhaled and crossed his arms. “Still got that mouth on you.”“And still got two ears that work just fine. So say what
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