Lorien POV
Avaline had left after our talk, refusing the invitation to join us for dinner. She said she wanted to spend the night with her boys, and the way her shoulders slumped as she walked away left a weight in my chest I couldn’t shake. It was irrational, maybe, but guilt still crawled under my skin.
The truth was, I hadn’t even known I carried Fae blood until today. And even now, I wasn’t sure I believed it. Everything felt unreal, too fast for my mind to keep up. I hadn’t had a single second to process, let alone figure out how to prove any of it.
I never got to ask Avaline what she meant when she said she’d met me before. I was certain I’d never crossed paths with anyone from the Dark Blade Pack. A meeting like that would have been burned into memory.
When Auren stepped out of
