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Chapter 43; The Hunt

ARWYN POV

“You must love living in the countryside, my Lord,” Ahvi remarked to Lord Ezlyn Cromwell, her voice light and teasing.

“Indeed, I do,” Cromwell replied, his tone steady, betraying nothing more than a simple truth.

Ahvi chuckled, her fingers toying with the reins of her horse. “I can’t blame you. They say it’s quite charming out here. And your family owns countless ranches and grand estates, don’t they?”

Lord Cromwell gave a curt nod. “You’ve heard correctly.”

Their conversation drifted on, a melody of casual words, but I let my mind wander, refusing to be pulled into their banter. My attention remained fixed on the path ahead, every muscle taut, ready to react at the first sign of movement. Perhaps I would spot a deer, a mountain goat, or even a rabbit—some unsuspecting creature to claim as my prey.

“Ease up on that bowstring, Balchor, or you’ll snap it in two,” Tristan’s voice cut through my focus. I glanced at him, catching the subtle curve of a smile at the edge of his li
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