☽ Nyra ☾
Lucan had been acting like he carried a secret under his ribs. He ate, trained, and guarded our door like always, but something in him stayed locked. Every time I pressed, he gave me the same answer:
“I’m just worried,”
But this morning, as we sat across from each other at the small table with the smell of warm bread, dried herbs, and freshly brewed coffee, I planned to get the truth out of him. Lucan barely touched his plate, and I carefully set down my cup as I watched him closely.
“What are you hiding from me?” I asked softly. Lucan’s gaze lifted, his expression blank.
“Nothing,”
“Don’t lie to me!” I snapped. He sighed loudly, as if he was annoyed with me.
“Nyra,” he warned, but I quickly shook my head.
“I’m not going to stop asking,” I said firmly. “I know you are h
