Rue’s POVAiden’s hand snapped forward just in time, catching his mother’s wrist mid-air before it could reach me.“Enough, Mother,” he said, his voice firm, sharp, commanding.For a very brief moment, I thought maybe something inside him had shifted. That maybe, just maybe, there was still a part of him that remembered who I was to him, who Iris was.But before I could cling to that thought, Haven stepped into the space between us. Smooth as silk. Her delicate fingers slid through Aiden’s arm, her body pressing lightly into his side like she belonged there. “Aiden, don’t get so worked up,” she said softly, her tone sweet and intimate. “It’s not worth it.”Like I wasn’t worth it, like the daughter we had wasn’t.My fingers curled into fists, my nails biting into my palms so deeply it hurt. But that pain was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. Iris had been burning with fever. She had called for her father again and again.And he hadn’t come.And now, he stood here like this. Le
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