Ayla's POVMidnight had settled over the Vane estate.Outside, a thin mist hung over the cliffs, hiding most of the rocks and the river far below.The sound of rushing water still reached the estate, faint but steady. Inside my bedroom, I packed a small leather satchel. A flask of water, a dark wool cloak, and small dagger I had taken from the armory.That was all I needed. My thoughts wouldn’t settle, I touched the golden mark beneath my collarbone and it gave off a faint glow beneath my fingers.Aurora’s memories were still there. Centuries of war. Love. Loss. Sacrifice. They felt like they belonged to someone else, yet somehow they were mine. But the pain in my chest belonged to Ayla.I couldn’t stay here, not after what I had learned. How was I supposed to look at Lucian again knowing that every touch, every kiss, every moment between us had happened while he was keeping the truth from me? I couldn’t do it.*Ayla, I’m sorry* Nova said inside my head.Her voice was quiet, but I cou
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