Aurelia took a step backward. “No,” she whispered. “That cannot be Darian.” Lyra moved toward the entrance, but Kael caught her arm. “Wait.” The knock came again, harder this time. “Aurelia,” the voice called. “I know you're in there.” Liora had gone strangely quiet. She stood beside the altar, staring at the door as though she were watching something nobody else could see. Lyra squeezed her hand. “Stay behind me.” When the door finally opened, Darian stood beneath the fading evening light. His shirt was torn, and a dark bruise covered one side of his face. There was dried blood near his collar, but he remained on his feet. Behind him stood Rowan, looking thoroughly displeased. “He insisted on coming here,” Rowan explained. “I thought you should hear what he had to say before deciding whether to throw him back into a cell.” Darian barely acknowledged him. His eyes were fixed on Aurelia. For a long moment, neither spoke. Then Aurelia crossed the chapel and sl
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