I had just reached the end of the exhibition hall when Cyran's expression changed. It was subtle. A slight shift in his gaze, followed by a glance over my shoulder. Then he looked at Adrian.Come on, I knew that look.“What?” I asked impatiently, already curious about whatever secret message Cyran was clearly trying to convey.“Nothing,” Cyran replied without hesitation. Which, coming from him, usually meant the opposite. I turned to follow his gaze.Yep, Vaeldric was walking toward us.He was still in his military uniform, the dark fabric sharply tailored across his shoulders, his medals catching the light whenever he moved. There wasn't much to read from his face, but his pace was anything but casual.He looked like a man who had driven here without stopping to consider whether he was welcome.Dang.I simply stared at him, then wondered how many times he'd tried to find me before deciding to show up in person.I'd been avoiding him for days. Ignoring his calls, declining every attem
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