Lyra’s POVThe silence inside the cart stretched unbearably long. I held my breath, straining to hear anything beyond the muffled shouting outside, my heart thundering so loud I was certain Elara could hear it too. She had gone completely still beside me, her earlier humming replaced by tense, shallow breathing.Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the noise outside quieted.A few minutes later, the cart door swung open, and Luca climbed back inside, his expression far calmer than I expected given everything we’d just heard.“It’s handled,” he said simply, settling back into his seat as though nothing had happened at all.Elara straightened. “Handled? Luca, what was that?”“A minor disturbance. Nothing you need to worry about.” His tone left no room for further questioning, though I caught the faint tightness still lingering around his jaw. “We’ll continue on to the celebration as planned.”I studied him for a moment, wanting to ask more, but something in his eyes told me this wa
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