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MirraMirra had always trusted silence more than speeches. Silence held the truth people couldn’t polish.But the silence in the nexus had changed. It wasn’t the calm quiet of a forest at rest. It felt held—contained—like something was pressing against the edges of their world, waiting for the smallest crack to slip through.Selene’s hand was still in hers. Ronan stood close enough that Mirra could feel the heat of him, not just on her skin but in the air. The triangle they’d formed wasn’t accidental. It was a decision, and Mirra could feel the feeder recoil every time they chose it.That didn’t mean it stopped trying.The whisper returned, patient as rot.You’re the stable one, it told her. You’re the only reason they’re not unraveling. They need you. That makes you responsible. That makes you in charge.It didn’t sound like a villain. It sounded like the voice that had sat in Mirra’s chest for years every time she’d watched the forest suffer and wondered if she’d done enough.For on

SeleneThe whisper didn’t stop just because she’d said no.If anything, it got more patient, like it had decided to wear her down instead of breaking her outright.Think of what you could achieve alone.The words slid through her mind with a confidence that was almost insulting—like it knew her, like it owned the corners of her that were tired and hungry and terrified.Selene kept her fingers wrapped around Ronan’s hand. Not because she needed to be held up, but because the contact was real. Warm skin. Calluses. A steady pulse. Proof she wasn’t trapped inside her own head.The visions tried again anyway.A night sky with no limit. Her lunar power sharp and clean, nothing braided into it. She could feel the difference immediately—like pulling a familiar thread and finding it doesn’t snag on anything. Easy. Pure.And yes… intoxicating.She hated that part of herself for responding to it.Because the whisper wasn’t offering her something she didn’t want. It was offering her something she

SeleneThe seal held.That was the first thing Selene checked—twice—because trust was one thing and survival was another. The ring of stones sat perfectly still in the center of the nexus, the markings they’d carved into earth and light and tide pulsing faintly like a steady pulse under skin.Not loud. Not dramatic.Just… there.Ronan stood a few paces away, shoulders squared, breathing controlled like he’d decided oxygen was a privilege he’d earn. Mirra remained kneeling, fingertips pressed into the soil as if she could feel the seal from the inside out. Selene knew that was exactly what she was doing.And yet, even with the entity contained, the air didn’t feel clean. It felt like someone had sprayed perfume in a room and then tried to hide the bottle.Selene rubbed at her temples, trying to ease the pressure behind her eyes. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was the way the entity had gotten too close. The way it had spoken like it belonged in their minds.Ronan’s voice broke the silen

SeleneThe air in the clearing didn’t go back to normal so much as it stopped pressing on her ribs.Selene stood with Ronan’s hand still in hers, feeling the aftershocks of what they’d just done—how they’d pushed back not with force, but with refusal. Refusal to believe the worst. Refusal to let the entity rewrite their story.The cloying sweetness was mostly gone, but not completely. It lingered in thin pockets, like someone had spilled something rotten and tried to cover it up.Ronan exhaled slowly, and Selene felt the way the breath eased him because she was still too connected to him not to. His shoulders stayed squared, but the hard line at the back of his neck softened.“It’s… less,” he said, voice rough. “The whispering. It’s fainter.”Selene didn’t let herself mistake that for peace.“It’s still here,” she said, and she meant it. Not in the air alone. In the seams. In the places where their magic touched. “It pulled back. That’s all.”She glanced down at their hands. His skin

RonanRonan watched her in the quiet that followed the ritual, watched the way Selene stood as if she’d just laid something precious and breakable on the ground between them and stepped back to see whether it would survive.The fear she’d shown—of being swallowed, erased, softened into something unrecognizable—still echoed inside him. Not because he agreed with it, but because he understood the shape of it.He knew what it was to fear becoming nothing more than a force.“Selene,” he said at last, his voice low, steady, chosen. He didn’t move toward her yet. He didn’t reach. He let the words carry first. “When you showed us that vision—of yourself fading—I felt something snap in me.”Her gaze lifted to his.“Not fear,” he clarified. “Anger.”The ocean stirred inside him, not violently, but with a deep, rolling presence, like a tide drawing breath. “Because that version of you doesn’t exist. And it never will. Not with me.”He finally stepped closer, slow enough that she could stop him