Dorian's POVThe room fell into a suffocating silence the moment Nyra stopped speaking. Every pair of eyes remained fixed on her, waiting for something—an explanation, a confession, or even a single crack in the calm mask she wore. Instead, she simply stood there, unreadable. Her expression never shifted, and the quiet confidence in her posture unsettled me far more than anger ever could. It was the kind of silence that made every instinct inside me scream that something was terribly wrong.Rather than answering any of us, Nyra slowly turned toward Enzo and Damien. My sons instinctively moved closer together, their identical faces carrying the same mixture of curiosity and caution. Even after everything they had witnessed over the past few days, they were still children. Nyra lowered herself until she was at their height. Her movements were slow and careful, as though she feared that one sudden action would frighten them away. The black robe draped around her shoulders spread gently
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