ELARA'S POVThe furious heat in my chest didn't dissipate, but the relentless, brick-wall resistance in Caleb’s eyes suddenly vanished. His shoulders dropped, the tension bleeding out of his tall frame in a long, weary exhalation that sounded like defeat."Fine," he said quietly, his voice hollowed out. "Fine, Elara. You win."I blinked, taking a cautious step back, my muscles still coiled to fight or bolt up the stone stairs. "What?""I said you win." Caleb ran a calloused hand over his face, looking exhausted beyond his years. He stepped aside, clearing the path to the chute. "If you’re so convinced I’m just an obstacle keeping you from Dante, then go. I won't drag you back down here again. I won't be your jailer."A wave of relief, so sharp it almost made me lightheaded, swept through me. "You're... you're letting me go?""I am." He walked over to the wooden crate, setting his oil rag down, then picked up a tin cup sitting beside the gas lamp. He poured clear liquid into it from a
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