SeraMy question hangs between us, fragile and sharp in its vulnerability.“You detest my scent like others, don’t you?” I ask, searching his face. “Tell me the truth.”For a moment, Aeron says nothing. His gaze does not waver from mine, and there is no flicker of hesitation in it—only something steady and deeply grounded.Then his hand lifts, brushing gently along my cheek, his thumb pausing just beneath my eye where tears had fallen moments before.“I understand your fears,” he says quietly, his voice low and sure. “I understand the weight you carry, Sera. Anyone in your place would question the same things.”His other arm tightens around me and draw me closer in reassurance.“But listen to me,” he continues, his tone firming just enough to anchor his words. “Your past does not frighten me. The Grimwards do not frighten me, and as long as I stand, nothing from that place will ever reach you again.”There is no bravado in his voice, only a quiet certainty that settles deep within me.
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