Elara became a ghost.Not all at once—no sudden disappearance that would raise suspicion—but in the careful, deliberate way of someone who had learned how to survive unseen.She stopped going to the garden.Keal waited longer than usual, the first night, irritation charging into something restless under his skin. By the second night, Ronan followed him, silent and watchful. The third night, Silas already knew. “She’s pulling away,” he said quietly.Kael’s jaw tightened. “No. She wouldn’t.”But the bond told a different story.It tugged and strained, confused by the sudden cold distance where warmth had been growing. It throbs at odd hours, pained without relief, as though reaching for something that refused to answer.Elara now avoid corridors where their scents lingered. She turns the other way, if she hears their footsteps. She lowered her head and kept moving, even, as their voices echoed through the Manor, when kael finally caught sight of her in the east wing, he stepped into
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