Ariane:
A silence stretched—but it wasn't heavy. Not anymore.
It was the kind of silence that came after. After tears. After confession. After breaking.
Then, the woman with the amber eyes spoke, her voice like smoke trailing from ancient incense. "You need food," she said. "And sleep. In that order."
My stomach growled so violently in agreement that it made an audible groan. I winced.
Saga smirked. "Well, Fenrin, at least she's not dead," Saga told the woman.
"Not dead," I muttered, wiping at my face. "Just… emotionally bludgeoned."
Rook gave a quiet huff of laughter. Ridge rolled his eyes, but not unkindly.
"Come," Fenrin said, already walking toward another archway draped in velvet. "We'll eat together."
The room she led us into was warm. Lived-in. Not at all what I expected fr
