The Ashen Veil
I exhale slowly, dragging a hand through my hair as I step closer, just enough to see them now, just enough to take in the way Nyxara stands—still, centered, completely unbothered by the tension rolling off Talia like a storm waiting to break.
“And for now…” Nyxara finishes, her voice dropping just slightly, something dangerous threading through it, “he’s mine.”
Something in me stills.
Not because she means it the way I do.
But because she said it anyway.
Because even in denial—
She chose that.
And that’s enough.
For now.
For me.
For the bond.
Talia moves first.
I see it the second it happens—the shift in her stance, the tightening of her shoulders, the way her control finally snaps under th
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