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Ronan replied with a faint smirk.
“It doesn’t like chaos,” Mirra countered, tilting her head. “But it understands necessity. You’re both.”
Selene chuckled under her breath. “That sounds about right.”
He glanced at her, feigning a look of offense that melted almost instantly into a grin. “And what does the moon think of me, then?”
“That you’re trouble,” Selene said, her smile widening. “But… necessary trouble.”
For a fleeting moment, laughter rippled through the clearing—a sound so pure, so achingly human, it felt like another kind of magic. The world seemed to breathe easier for it.
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