His voice carried quiet finality.
“… because you will stay here.”
The words landed with the weight of a command — not loud, not forceful, yet impossible to ignore.
Iva blinked.
Stay… here?
Her throat tightened, but she forced the question out before fear could swallow it.
“What? Why?”
What type of answer is this? she screamed inside her head.
Her voice was small, but steady enough.
“And for how long?”
For a heartbeat, something unreadable moved behind his eyes — calculation, restraint… hesitation?
“Two weeks,” he answered at last.
Her brows drew together, until the realisation hit her.
“Until the full moon?”
A small nod.
“When we will know if I am telling the truth,” she finished softly, while a pang of disappointment hit her chest.
Despite forcing herself not to expect any
