Ronan's POVHebathi's brows furrowed. Her voice was low, almost strained. “Why would you go to her?”I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I started pacing, the way I always did when I was trying to outrun my own thoughts. Shadows dragged along the walls with every step I took, and the fire crackled behind me like it had its own heartbeat.“I felt him,” I said finally, voice clipped. “Fenris.”She stiffened.“The moment I laid eyes on Thalia… that first day she was brought here like some offering—I felt him.” I stopped pacing, staring into nothing. “He surfaced.”Hebathi’s breath hitched, barely audible. When I turned to look at her, her eyes were wide. Hurt. Accusing. “You told me you didn’t know why. You said it didn’t mean anything.”“I know,” I muttered, jaw clenching. “I lied. Everything was—overwhelming. I was still trying to piece myself together, and then… she shows up and suddenly the thing I thought was gone—wasn’t.”I resumed pacing, needing to move, needing the motion to ke
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