One afternoon, the forest air was heavy with mist and golden dew. A light rain had passed, leaving behind droplets that clung to every leaf like crystals.
Evana and Kael sat beneath the shelter of an ancient tree, its roots forming a natural bench beneath the mossy earth.
Kael had just returned from the palace after nearly a week away. His cloak was damp at the hem, but his eyes had brightened the moment he saw her again.
Evana didn’t say much at first. She only handed him a small bundle of honeyberry muffins she’d made. His favorite. And when he took one and bit into it, her smile returned.
Now they sat together, shoulder to shoulder, their knees touching as they talked in hushed voices.
But they weren’t alone. Across the grove, hidden behind a screen of brush and fern, Ethan watche
