The heavy door shut behind them with a solid thud. The quiet that followed wasn’t gentle—it was deliberate. Thick with unsaid promises and a storm barely restrained.
Iva sat still near the window, still holding the untouched glass of water.Ashvardan stood across the room, back turned to her, one hand resting on the hilt of the dagger at his waist. His other hand clenched and unclenched in silence.
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