The silence on the balcony was a living thing, thick with unspoken words and the frantic beating of two hearts. Aris’s gaze was an anchor, holding Eliora in the present, away from the haunting dread that had become her constant companion.
Aris found his voice first, a hushed, warm sound in the cool air.
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