“Corinne.” Her name in his voice still carried the full, unbearable weight of their history every full moon ceremony, every marking under silver light, every soft morning that had existed before the ten steps and the smile he had given someone else while she bled out in the dirt. It carried the memory of the golden bond at its strongest, when simply walking into a room had felt like coming home. She stopped. Her spine straightened. Isla rose close to the surface, white and watchful and utterly unwilling to soften. “I said everything I needed to say last night,” Corinne replied, voice low and even, stripped of any residual warmth that might give him an opening. “There is nothing left to reopen. Walk away, Leon. Before this becomes something uglier than it already is.” “There is.” He closed the distance between them with long, purposeful strides, stopping only when the quiet, instinctive push of the silver bond seemed to press back against his advance like an i
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