The answer she needed hid behind a locked door. Nyra felt it—deep down she just knew.
That feeling had haunted her ever since Kael found the death order tucked inside that strange file. After that, Kael changed. He weren’t angry, which would’ve been easier; he just grew distant. Always watching her, always nudging her for information, never giving a single straight answer in return. He started disappearing without warning, coming back worn down and haunted, weighed down by things he wouldn’t share.
Some people would feel safe with someone watching over them. Nyra never had.
Protection, for her, felt just like another cage. Another excuse, another story she wasn’t meant to question. Everyone who claimed they were looking out for her—funny, they all acted like keeping her clueless was the
