Elara’s POV
“Elara.” His voice is careful, neutral. “Put that down.”
“What is ‘Eclipse Born’?” I ask, not moving.
He sets the water glass on the dresser and steps closer, slow, deliberate—like he’s approaching a spooked animal. “Give me the papers, and I’ll explain.”
“Explain now.”
We stare at each other, tense and silent. Then he sighs and holds out his hand.
“Please, Elara. Let me have the document.”
Reluctantly, I place it in his palm. He sets it on the bedside table and guides me back to my side of the bed, lifting the water glass and pressing it into my hands. “Drink,” he orders.
I take a sip, the cool water soothing my dry throat. “What is ‘Eclipse Born,’ Kael?”
He sits on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I don’t know much,” he admits. “Ever since
