Nyra didn’t leave immediately.
That, in itself, was unusual.
She stood at the edge of the yard, just beyond the reach of the floodlight, watching the place settle after the disturbance, the broken crate had already been cleared, the ground swept, conversations restored.
Too quickly.
Like nothing had happened.
But something had.
And the fact that it could disappear this fast, that was the real problem.
“You’re thinking too loud.”
Ronan’s voice came from behind her.
Not close enough to touch.
Close enough to interrupt.
Nyra didn’t turn.
“You clean up fast,” she said instead.
“It’s necessary.”
She nodded once.
“Or practiced.”
A pause.
Then Ronan stepped up beside her, his gaze following hers out into the darkness beyond the fence.
“We don’t leave things exposed,” he said.
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