Cora’s POV I shouldn’t have been shaking. Not after everything I’ve faced. Not after kidnappings, rogue attacks, political councils, and blood on snow. But Cain’s words lingered in my mind long after he walked away. "I’m going to fight for you". The wind cut across the eastern ridge, sharp and relentless, but it wasn’t the cold that unsettled me. It was the certainty in his voice. He meant it. I stood there longer than I intended, staring at the forest below. Frostbite territory stretched wide and white under the gray sky, peaceful on the surface. Too peaceful. “Are you going to tell me what he said?” Eric’s voice came from behind me .... steady, calm. Grounding. I didn’t turn immediately. I knew he wouldn’t press. That was one of the things about Eric. He never forced answers out of me. “He apologized,” I said finally. A pause. “And?” I exhaled slowly and faced him. His jaw still bore a faint bruise from where Cain’s fist had landed. Seeing it sent a flicker of guil
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