Nevara
I wasn’t planning to go to his office.
In fact, I’d spent the better part of the last two weeks avoiding every shadow that even felt like him. I wasn’t ready to face whatever lived in his eyes now. Regret. Guilt. Something else. I didn’t want to know.
And yet… somehow, after training, I found myself climbing the staircase that led to the upper halls. My muscles ached, sweat cooling on my back, but none of that mattered. Not when something inside me tugged with an invisible thread—steady, quiet, and unmistakably him.
When I reached his door, I told myself I was just curious. Just walking. Just… wandering.
But I wasn’t. I turned the handle and stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit, warm from the hearth but absent of the man who usually filled the space like a stormcloud. The a
