Lior’s POV
I see it a second before it happens—the slight sway in her step, the way her ankle falters.
My arm moves on its own, catching her waist and pulling her into me. She’s light, soft, and fits against me like she’s always belonged there.
I steady her, keeping her close, not because I have to… but because I want to.
She looks up at me. Deep brown eyes. And in them, I see a war. Silent. Private. She’s fighting something I can’t see—something I don’t even think she understands herself.
And God, how I wish she’d just let me in.
If she only knew… all I want is to help her carry it. Every burden. Every invisible weight she walks around with. I’d take it all from her if she’d let me.
But before I can say a word, a voice cuts through the moment. Familiar. Controlled.
“Young master
