Zeyric pov.Rhiara was waiting for me in the training hall when I arrived leaning against one of the pillars like she owned the entire place, body posed deliberately, eyes sharp, calculating.Typical.She never wasted an opportunity to try getting under my skin.“Zeyric,” she purred, stepping forward. “You’ve been avoiding me.”“I haven’t,” I said flatly. “I’ve simply stopped entertaining you.”Her smirk curled, slow and poisonous. “Because of her?”Lokar rumbled deep inside, irritated already. He used to crave her, but even he recoiled now, the bond with Astria overshadowing everything else.Rhiara walked a slow circle around me, fingertips brushing my arm—not gently, not lovingly, but with that same entitled confidence she always had.“You know she’s not strong enough,” she whispered.“She trembles when people look at her. She barely even shifts.”Her breath touched my neck. “She can’t handle what you are… what we are.”Maelen snarled inside me.Lokar went still—the dangerous kind o
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