*Aria*By morning, the house had learned to walk on glass.Servants moved quieter than usual, as if raised voices alone might trigger the Alpha’s curse. Warriors kept their conversations short, eyes cutting north too often. The air felt like it did before a storm—every molecule tight, expectant.Lucian avoided me.Not conspicuously.He didn’t duck into side rooms or turn on his heel when he saw me coming. He was too proud of that. But our paths, which had overlapped more and more recently, suddenly… didn’t.At breakfast, he arrived late, listened to reports, and spoke to elders.Never once looked directly at me.I felt his attention anyway.A constant, hot weight at the side of my face, across my shoulders, between my shoulder blades.When I glanced up from my untouched porridge, his gaze was already gone, fixed on a scout describing Nightfang’s latest brush with the border.“Tracks closer,” the warrior said, tracing lines in the air. “Still no crossing. They’re… circling.”“Let them
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