The moon hung low over Draven Keep, casting silver light across the stone walls. Kael stood on the battlements, unable to sleep. The cold wind bit through his cloak, but it did nothing to cool the storm inside him. Every moment since Riven’s confession replayed in his mind. The raw honesty. The pain in those storm-gray eyes. The way their bodies had come together in desperate need only nights ago.He had pushed Riven away. Again.Below, in the east wing, a shadow moved near the outer wall. Kael’s instincts sharpened. He descended the stairs quickly and made his way toward Riven’s chambers. The guards were gone. The door stood slightly ajar.Inside, the room was empty. Riven’s small pack was missing. A single note lay on the table, written in a strong, familiar hand.I will not stay and break beside you. Thank you for the fire, even if it burned us both. Do not follow me. R.Kael’s chest tightened painfully. He crumpled the note in his fist and ran. The corridors blurred as he raced to
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