☽ Nyra ☾
By the time I reached the cabin, the cold had crept into my bones. Not because the morning air was cruel, but because Corvin’s words to Zarek still echoed in my head.
Regret makes you weak.
Morcant was sharpening fear into law.
And Zarek was standing in the middle, bleeding and silent. I expected to slip inside unnoticed. Instead, I stopped short at the porch steps. Corvin stood there, arms folded, posture rigid like a guard who didn’t trust the door behind him. His eyes locked on me the moment I emerged from the path. He looked like he hadn’t rested since the attack. There was dried mud on his boots and a faint bruise along his jaw, like he had taken a hit and refused to talk about it. I couldn’t help but wonder how he had gotten that bruise. Then my instincts flared. Not wit
