"Kael. Open the door." Nyra knew that voice. She had heard it beneath the northern house, coming from the back of the carved door with her family name etched into its surface. She had also heard it in the passage, where the darkness seemed to carry her father's words from one end of the stone corridor to the other. This was different. It was clearer, closer. And there was the same impatient tone she remembered from childhood, the one Darian Vale used when he found her in places she wasn't supposed to be For one breathtaking moment, Nyra forgot the warnings Kael had made about the voices. She took a step toward the door. Kael gripped her shoulder."It's not him.""Who's to say?""I do.""Then prove it." Kael's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer. The voice beyond the door spoke again, closer this time"Kael... Nyra, sweetheart. Open the door." Her heart twisted. Her father had used that pet name when she was little, w
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