The moment I walked into the room, I knew something had shifted.Vane was already there, standing by the window with his back to me, his posture rigid in a way that immediately put me on edge. He did not turn when I entered, did not acknowledge my presence, but I could feel the tension in the air like something waiting to snap.I closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing in the silence.“You let him wander too much,” I said calmly, stepping further into the room. “He is starting to see things he should not.”Vane did not move.“He already has,” he replied, his voice low and controlled.I stopped a few steps behind him, studying the set of his shoulders, the tightness in his stance. “Then that is on you,” I said. “You were the one so determined to keep him close.”That got a reaction.He turned sharply, his eyes locking onto mine, and there was no restraint in them this time. “Do not twist this,” he said. “You brought him here.”“I gave him an opportunity,” I corrected, my tone
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