Hazel’s POV
Morwenna’s house had never felt so quiet.
I sat by the narrow window, my knees drawn to my chest, watching the forest sway under the weight of dusk. The trees moved gently, whispering secrets to one another, but I barely heard them. My mind was far too loud. Thoughts crashed into each other without rest, each one circling back to the same person.
Dravon.
I wondered what he was doing at the shop. Whether the villagers stared at him longer than they should. Whether Aiden’s men had begun to notice the way he kept to himself. Each thought tightened something deep in my stomach.
I had never waited for someone like this before. Never felt my body react to a single name, a single memory. Never known this aching pull that refused to let me rest.
And now there was something else.
