(Elara’s POV)The fire burned low, nothing but embers now, blood-red against the ash. Riven had fallen silent hours ago, his laughter drained from him, replaced by the same wary stillness that had settled over all of us.No one trusted the quiet.Not after what we’d learned.Ashen sat across from me, half in shadow, his expression unreadable. The faint glow of his eyes caught the firelight like molten gold. Fae-born. The last son of the Veil Court. The enemy we’d been raised to hate. And now, one of us.Kyren stood, arms crossed, his power pulsing beneath his skin. “You should have told us,” he said at last, his voice low, barely human. “Before I almost killed you in the Hollow. Before you touched her.”The word her snapped through the clearing like a whip.Ashen’s gaze flicked to me, then away. “Would it have changed anything? You already saw me as a monster.”“I still do,” Kyren muttered.Riven let out a rough breath. “Can we not start the night with murder, please? My nerves are fr
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