Liam’s POV
“Nothing again?”
Leo didn’t meet my eyes. “The patrols checked three provinces. Not a trace.”
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the fire. “And the healer’s report?”
“False. The woman wasn’t her.”
I laughed softly, bitterly. “Of course not.”
“Liam,"
“Every month, Leo. Every damn month you come back with the same words.”
He sighed. “You’re chasing ghosts.”
“She’s not a ghost.”
“She might as well be.”
I turned sharply. “Watch your mouth.”
He stood his ground. “You’re not sleeping, you barely eat,"
“I’m fine.”
“You’re rotting!” he snapped. “You’ve aged ten years in one!”
“Maybe guilt does that,” I muttered.
Leo’s voice softened. “She’s gone, Liam.”
I looked up at him. “Then why do I still feel her?”
He didn’t answer.
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Later, alone, I stared at the empty go
