Cara’s POV Sleep never came. Even when I dragged myself back inside, curled up under my sheets, and shut my eyes tight, all I could feel was the ghost of Lucian’s hand around mine. All I could hear was his voice telling me this was inevitable.By the time dawn broke, I was restless and worn out. Training was the last thing I wanted, but duty wasn’t optional. I forced myself up, dressed, and tied my hair back before heading to the clearing. The air was cool, crisp, but the pit in my stomach was heavy. Cyran was already there, waiting. His dark hair glinted in the rising sun, his stance relaxed but sharp in that way only he could manage. When his eyes found mine, they softened, warm in a way that Lucian’s never were.“You didn’t sleep,” he said simply.I stiffened. “Neither did you.”He tilted his head, almost smiling. “True. But I don’t have shadows under my eyes.”I gave him a flat look, but my chest warmed despite myself. Cyran had that effect—steady, grounding. He didn’t demand,
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