Third Person POV
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Mirah’s voice struck the air before Kael even had the chance to move further into the room, and although it carried no scream, it clung sharp to the walls, filling the space as though she had rehearsed it.
Kael didn’t flinch, nor did he bother to mask the stillness that wrapped around him; he simply closed the door behind him with deliberate care, turned the lock with a soft click, and let silence settle heavy between them.
She stood near the bed, her robe tied tightly at the waist as if it were armor, her hair pinned in that careful, half-loose way that gave the illusion of effortlessness while betraying the hours of calculation behind it. She looked, as always, like the Luna everyone bowed to. But to Kael, she no longer looked familiar—she
