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The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

wait Is that hate in his eyes?

I crossed the hall, my hands lifting before my mind caught up. She looked up when I reached her. Her eyes were red from tears, her lips pale, but the fire was still there—the same stubborn light I’d seen the first time she challenged a council elder and won. I opened my arms. She stepped forward, her weight folding into me like a child seeking ground after a storm. Her body shook once before easing, her heartbeat pressed against mine. I smoothed her hair back, catching the forest’s scent still woven through it. “Welcome home,” I said. She nodded against my shoulder, and a sound escaped her—a breath that broke and mended in the same instant.

Mare looking at her eyes brought joy to my soul. " Welcome home." I received a deep hug from mum. I missed her a lot, we both had conversations until it was time for sleep. " Why are your eyes red?" She asked. " It is the dust I sustain when riding my back to this place. " I lied. " Take this ." She handed to me a white spectacle, she kissed my forehead before she left me in the setting room I walked to my old room. I missed this room so much, everything was still in place just as I left it.

For the first time since the battle, I saw something more than grief in their eyes. Hope. Kaelen’s gaze caught mine as the sun bled into the horizon, and for the first time that long, harrowing day, he allowed himself the faintest smile. “Welcome home,” he said. And though my heart still ached with doubt, something in me whispered that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

The sun was brutal—Arkansas October pretending it was July—but my skin drank the light like sweet tea. No burn. No squinting. Just ruby irises soaking up gold. Grandma hummed approval. “New perk. Receivers walk in daylight when the vein is pleased. Enjoy it. The color in your eyes? That’s the veil’s signature. Undeniable.” I rolled to school, wheels singing on dry pavement. Took just me just a couple minutes to get there. The ruby eyes earned stares in the hallway—Brittany actually squealed, “New contacts?!”—but nobody asked twice.

My eyes were glowing. And from somewhere deep within, a voice whispered softly—mine, and yet not mine. Welcome back, Kayla. The reset is complete.

His eyes bore into me with a hunger that I can feel pulsating within my soul. “Hey Selene. Welcome home.”

But there was no water, no deep abyss—just an emptiness that pressed on my chest. I felt eyes on me. Heavy, predatory eyes. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them, dark and knowing, pricking my skin like a thousand unseen needles. My breath quickened, each inhale sharp and shallow. It was as though the weight of centuries was in the gaze that followed me, creeping through my veins, entwining with my blood. Then the whispers started. "Welcome home." The words were soft, like a lover’s breath, yet the meaning hit me like a blow to the gut. Home? I was already home. Wasn’t I?

“I have nowhere else to go.” I feel it instantly, the broken edges, the isolation that clings to him despite his formidable presence. I step forward, offering a smile that I hope carries warmth, patience, and the invitation to trust. “Then you’ve found a home,” I say softly. “Welcome to the Haven of Shadows.”