Chapter27:Tavany's hurt
Thorne I have outlived empires by knowing when not to act. That is the lie I tell myself when the fear settles too deep in my chest—when restraint feels less like wisdom and more like cowardice dressed in patience. Tavany stood near the edge of the rooftop, city lights burning beneath her like a second sky. She was steady on her feet, shoulders squared, shadows quiet but alert around her ankles. Anyone watching would think she was unharmed. They would be wrong. The blood on her hand was thin, already drying, but it tore through me with a violence I hadn’t felt in centuries. « Merde… » The word escaped before discipline could stop it. She didn’t turn. That made it worse. “You’re bleeding,” I said, my voice sharper than intended. “It’s nothing.” Of course it was nothing. Tavany Re
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