Yes, that was exactly what Raellyn had been thinking. How strange it was that Lita would let herself be consumed by resentment over a past that no longer existed. Gilbert was nothing to her now, just a faded name in an old chapter. And yet, the way Lita spoke carried a sharpness that planted a seed of discomfort deep in her chest.
“You’ve really grown clever with your words,” Lita said at last, letting out a small laugh. “It’s irritating how easily my anger just… evaporates.”
“That’s one of my specialties,” Raellyn replied, her voice light but confident. She couldn’t help the pride that slipped into her tone. Her ability to speak, to persuade, to soften hearts. It had been her shield and her sword all her life. In a way, it was the same gift that had led her to Arnav, the man who now hel
