The atmosphere in the castle had shifted. The corridors seemed colder, the shadows longer. Hazel couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. Damon had been distant since their return, his usual sharp confidence replaced by a quiet intensity that unnerved her more than she cared to admit.She found herself wandering toward the council chambers, hoping to catch a glimpse of him or overhear some explanation for his behavior. When she arrived, she saw him standing by the window, his back to her, the scroll from the ambush clutched in his hand.“Damon,” she said, stepping into the room.He didn’t turn. “You shouldn’t be here, Hazel.”Her patience, already worn thin, snapped. “You don’t get to decide where I should or shouldn’t be,” she said sharply. “Not when this concerns me, my father, and my people.”Damon finally turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “It’s better if you stay out of this.”“No,” Hazel said firmly, stepping closer. “You don’t get to shut me out.
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