Caierre stayed where he was long after Esmeralda had walked away. Her skirts swayed as she disappeared down the path, the sunlight glinting off the folds of her dress like she had walked out of a painting, calm, elegant, untouchable. And yet, she had walked right past him, smiled at him, and asked how he was. As if the past—the bond, the rejection, the pain—had never existed.He blinked once. Then twice.The corner of his mouth twitched. He had braced himself for anger, scorn, cruelty, the sharp words he knew she was capable of. Instead, she had been… polite. She had been soft. Smiling. Concerned, even.His chest tightened. Cold, familiar tightness, but deeper this time. Not just the ache from injury. Not just the lingering echoes of the bond being ripped away. No. This was something else entirely. Something heavier. Something that made his fists clench without his permission.“Why the hell is she like this?” he muttered under his breath.From somewhere inside his mind, a tiny figure
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