Kalen waited until Rowan dismissed the last of the warriors before he stepped deeper into the tree line, letting the quiet settle around him. The folded note felt heavier than its weight should allow — a slip of paper pressed into his hand by Lyra, Crescent Fang’s messenger, after Rowan intercepted her approach. He unfolded it with careful fingers, the faintest burn of anticipation crawling beneath his skin. Eira’s handwriting was sharp, steady, controlled — just like her. Kalen, Last night was… confusing. The pull between us is real—too real for me to pretend otherwise. But I can’t let that kind of connection dictate my decisions at the Summit. Not when everything here matters. I’m not sure what this is yet. Or what it could become. I’m trying to be smart, not reckless. Maybe… maybe we can talk. But I won’t let the pull decide things for me. — Eira He read it twice. Then a third time. Each sentence pulled at him in a different direction. Confusing — but acknowledged. Real
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