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The packhouse was still buzzing with activity when Zeviar finally returned. I'd spent the entire day on edge, Lucius's warnings echoing in my head, a hidden note in my drawer, and Mira's odd behavior just adding to the unease. But seeing him walk through the entrance, a wave of relief washed over me. He looked wiped out, his jaw clenched and shoulders tight. Yet, when his eyes met mine across the room, his expression softened. He came straight to me, no words needed.
"Are you alright?" His voice was low, meant only for me.
"It's been a long day."
"For both of us." He studied my face. "Come with me."
"Where?"
"Somewhere less chaotic."
He led me through the commotion to his private rooms, a part of the packhouse I'd only visited once before. The sitting room was simple, but comfo
