Aria's POVThe room in the east wing was nothing like the guest house. Smaller, plainer, with bars on the windows that made no pretense about what I was. A prisoner. The bed was soft enough, the space clean, but the two guards stationed outside my door were a constant reminder that I was here by Kael's mercy, not by right.Three days had passed since the judgment. Three days of confinement, of meals delivered by silent servants who would not meet my eyes, of watching the compound through barred windows while life continued without me.I had not seen Kael once.The mate bond stretched between us like a wound that would not heal, letting me feel echoes of his emotions. Anger, grief, confusion, and underneath it all, a longing that matched my own. But he stayed away, and I did not blame him.A knock at the door made me turn from the window. One of the guards poked his head in."You have a visitor," he said gruffly. "The healer wants to see you."Vera entered before I could respond, her c
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