Amara’s POVThe night was too quiet.No wind. No crackle from the fire. Not even the distant creak of doors that had haunted us for weeks.Silence, deep and deliberate, hung in the fortress like a held breath.I lay awake beside Cahir’s bed, watching the firelight slide across his face. He looked peaceful impossibly so his small hand still clutching the carved wolf Darius had made. His chest rose and fell in soft rhythm.And then he whispered in his sleep.At first, I thought it was nonsense, the half-formed babble of dreams. But then I caught the melody soft, lilting, familiar. A lullaby.My mother’s lullaby.One I hadn’t sung since the night my parents died.My heart clenched. “Cahir,” I murmured, reaching for him.He didn’t wake.His lips moved with the next line, the words perfect, too perfect. And then a second voice joined his.A woman’s voice.It drifted through the air like perfume gentle, silver, poisonous. The tune wrapped itself around the room, weaving through the
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