Chapter 46 : When the Past Won’t Speak
Al’s POV
I sat quietly with Elysia by my side. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it was heavy, thick with all the words neither of us dared to say. The den was dim, lit only by the flicker of the hearthfire, its glow washing her face in soft amber light. She looked peaceful, almost ethereal, like she belonged to the warmth and quiet of this place.
For a moment, I let myself look at her—really look.
The way her lashes caught the light, the curve of her smile as she stared into the fire… she was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that made your chest ache. Gentle. Grounding. The kind of person you could lose yourself in when everything else felt like smoke and shadow.
She was the one who found me.
Half-dead, washed up on the riverbank like somet
