Chapter 83
Draven’s POV
The garden was quiet now, but the silence felt different. Heavy. As if something invisible had settled into the space they’d left behind.
I exhaled slowly, my breath misting in the cool air. My mind refused to let go of that single, earth-shattering word.
Dad.
I had never once considered what it would feel like to be called that. Had never thought about it—never needed to. And yet, the moment those two little girls had spoken it, something inside me had reacted.
Not just confusion. Not just shock.
Something deeper. Something dangerous.
I closed my eyes, rubbing a hand over my face. I should let it go. I should push it aside, pretend it didn’t happen.
But the problem was—I couldn’t.
Alera and Nyra. Zeraphine’s daughters.
Since the day they had shown up at
