Chapter 42
The evening was a blur of movement and logistics as Dravik oversaw the careful organization of the women and children who had been taken. His commanding presence filled the ornate hall where the survivors were gathered, his voice steady and reassuring as he spoke to the officials working under his command. Juniper stood to one side with Calliope, her hand resting protectively on her daughter’s shoulder. Despite the relief of knowing they were safe, she couldn't shake the gnawing tension in her chest. Calliope leaned into her mother, her sharp, observant eyes scanning the room, missing nothing. When Dravik finished issuing instructions, he caught sight of them and approached with purpose, his expression softening slightly. "Juniper," he greeted with a respectful nod. His gaze shifted to C
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