Riven's POVThe safe house appeared like a shadow in the trees, one dim light burning in the window. My heart was still racing from the drive, the note from Dara burning a hole in my pocket. I pushed the door open without knocking, the cold mountain air rushing in behind me. She was there, sitting at the kitchen table, exactly where Cael had said she’d be. No guards. No locks. Just her, staring at me like she’d been waiting my whole life.“Dara,” I said, my voice low but sharp. “You left the note. On the pillow. In the room.”She didn’t move at first. Just looked up at me, those silver eyes steady, the same ones that had watched me grow up in every meeting. “You came alone. I expected Riven and Cael too.”“They’re right outside,” I said. “But this is between us now.”She leaned back in the chair, folding her hands on the table. “Good. Sit. We have two days before the council investigators arrive. Might as well talk while we can.”I sat across from her, the stone from the box heavy in
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