Bastian
That weekend, I made my way over to Dahlia’s apartment. Kaida had been on my mind constantly since the night at the restaurant. There was something about her that I couldn’t shake—her strength, her quiet resilience, the way she carried herself despite everything she had been through.
As I arrived at the apartment and knocked on the door, I wasn’t expecting to find her packing a small travel bag.
“Going somewhere?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe, trying to keep my curiosity in check.
Kaida turned, surprised to see me. “I didn’t think you’d be here,” she said, her voice soft but not unkind.
“I wanted to check on you,” I replied, stepping into the room. “But it looks like you’ve got other plans.”
She hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “I’m heading to Silverclaw Ridge f
