Aya's POV“How??” I cannot help but ask him.Eros didn’t answer right away. And that— That silence?It made something cold crawl up my spine.Because he wasn’t struggling to find the words.He was deciding how much to say.. and that is much more dangerous.My eyes narrowed slightly. “…How do you know that?”The wind around him shifted. Not violently. Not sharply.But… knowingly.Like it was listening to the question too.Eros exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair in a way that felt oddly… familiar. My chest tightened before I could even understand why.“I heard it,” he said.“Heard what?” I pressed.“The wind carries things, Aya,” he replied quietly. “Voices. Whispers. Pain.”My stomach dropped.“And yours…” His gaze lifted back to me, steady now. “Yours was loud enough to reach me.”Something in my chest twisted hard. Because that didn’t feel like a coincidence.“…doesn’t explain everything,” I said, my voice lower now. Sharper. “You’re talking like you understand what’s ha
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