Aveline
The morning air inside my chambers was brisk, the windows cracked just enough to let in the distant scent of pine and dew. I stood at the edge of the room, staring at the travel outfit Mila had laid across the bed—a sleek black leather jacket, dark jeans, and boots sturdy enough to outrun a nightmare.
It was ironic, dressing for a journey I never asked for… and yet feeling like I’d won something.
Seeing Briar again.
Even if it was brief. Even if it came with chains I couldn’t see but felt tightening around my ankles.
A small victory, but I would take it. I had to. In a place like this, where every choice I made was scrutinized and every breath could be twisted into rebellion, a win—no matter how fragile—meant survival.
Mila walked in with a steaming cup of tea and that soft s
