Hannah’s POVMy arms shook the whole way up the stairs.Two floors of stone steps, and every one of them felt like a mountain. I intentionally didn’t take the elevator. Training with Mirabel had gone on longer than usual. I had lit seven candles, one after the other, all gold. On the eighth, my hands gave out.“Enough,” Mirabel had said. “ You need to rest, you’ll thank me tomorrow.”I'm not sure I'd thank her but I think she was right, I could barely lift my water bottle.The guard at the top of the stairs nodded and opened the door to Aaron’s wing. I stepped into the living room, already pulling my hair loose from its tie.Then I stopped.Lena was on the couch.She sat on the very edge of the cushion, her back straight and her hands folded in her lap. A tray rested on the coffee table in front of her. Tea, a plate of bread, and a small bowl of soup.She jumped to her feet the second she saw me.“Hannah. Hi. You’re back.”
Last Updated : 2026-10-23
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