Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, sit down for a moment," Kian said softly as we stepped away from the shadowed alcove of the training yard. The evening light filtered through the trees, casting long, dramatic shadows on the ground. I hesitated, still reeling from the intensity of recent events, but his tone carried a sincerity that compelled me to obey.
I sank onto an old wooden bench, crossing my arms tightly as I eyed Kian. His usually guarded expression was different tonight—softer, yet laden with an unmistakable weight of regret and pain.
"I need to tell you something," he began, his voice quiet and pained. "Something I’ve kept hidden for far too long."
I shifted uncomfortably. "What is it, Kian? You’ve been acting so… distant. I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me."
Kian took a deep
