Ronan's POV
Something was wrong with Zara.
I'd been telling myself for days that she was just tired, or maybe overloaded, but no. This wasn't fatigue. This wasn't training stress. This was something deeper than I thought, I mean, something was off.
And now I knew why.
We were supposed to meet near the grove for wind channeling practice. She never showed. Not even a text.
When I finally found her, she was sitting by herself near the north wall, knees tucked into her chest, staring into space. I'd called her name twice before she even turned her head.
"Hey," I said gently. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she murmured in a very thin voice. "I forgot."
"You forgot?"
She nodded, slowly, like it took effort.
That's when it hit me again. That void around her. Not her usual aur
