Evening settled over the Echoborn ruins like a soft veil. The silver fire that had glowed all day dimmed into a gentle pulse, reflecting Aira's own unsettled heartbeat.
She sat on the edge of a fallen pillar, knees drawn up, staring at the moss-covered stones. The triplets stood a few paces away,watching her with a mixture of hesitation and determination.
They knew this conversation was coming.
Aria finally lifted her head. "We need to talk."
Damon stiffened.
Kieran exhaled slowly
Lucien 's fingers curled nervously at his sides.
They approached her- not as Alphas, not as warriors, but as men who had hurt someone they now belonged to.
Aria's voice was steady, but her flame flickered with old wounds. "Before the bond.... you did,'t treat me well." The words hung inthe air. She conti
