The feast ended like a wound slowly closing.Guests drifted away in pairs and clusters, their laughter too loud, their steps too loose. The enchanted wine had done its work. Secrets had spilled across the Great Hall like blood from an open vein, and the Thorneblood Matriarch had collected every drop with her ancient, patient smile.I watched the side door where the hooded figure had vanished. It remained closed. Still. Waiting."We need to follow her," I said under my breath.Kael's hand tightened on mine. "Not yet. The truce prohibits violence, but it doesn't prohibit observation. If Morwen is here, she'll be watching us as closely as we're watching her. Moving too quickly will confirm we've noticed her.""Then what do we do?""We make her come to us."He rose from the table, pulling me gently with him. The movement drew eyes—it always did. The Voidborn and his Null, the empty table, the stark contrast to the decadence around us. We were a statement simply by existing.Kael led me no
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