Aurielle DuVall I shut my eyes the entire way back to the house, not because I wanted to sleep, I couldn’t, but because keeping them closed felt safer. I trusted myself in Cassiel’s hands. He wasn’t incompetent, not the kind of man to leave me to handle every detail alone. He was steady, reliable, and even in my haze, I knew he wouldn’t fail me. Still, rest never came. I was far too aware of every bump in the road, of the strange heaviness pulling at my limbs, of the bitter metallic taste coating my tongue and teeth. My body wanted to collapse, but my mind remained stubbornly awake, stuck in its own endless replay of everything that had gone wrong today. When Cassiel finally arrived at the house, it felt both too soon and not soon enough. He didn’t waste time, his voice cut firm but polite as he dismissed the mercenaries, telling them they could go with an edge in his voice that made it clear they were in trouble. They listened instantly. They always did. The guilt pricked sharp
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