Nyra's POVWe run.The moment Kael reads that letter aloud, something cold and certain settles over me. Not panic. I left panic behind in Shadowpine five years ago. What replaces it now is the thing that kept me alive then: instinct, calculation, and the quiet decision to move before anyone can take the choice from me."Get your boots," I say.Kael looks at me. "Nyra.""Now, Kael."He doesn't argue. That surprises me more than it should.Mira, standing in the hallway with her dark eyes sharp and her jaw set, tosses him a pack she's already pulled from somewhere. Efficient. Unsparing.I decide in that moment that I understand why Kael trusts her."Two hours before dawn," she says, looking at me directly. Not with hostility. With the careful assessment of someone deciding whether to hand over something precious. "You'd better know what you're doing.""I do… I always do," I say.She holds my gaze for one long beat. Then she steps aside.We go.I know these woods the way some people know
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