Bran's POV I don't sleep that night. I sit on the edge of my bed, staring out the window at the moonlit sky, listening to the rustling of the trees beyond the packhouse. My body is still, but my mind is a storm as I keep remembering Talia. Her name keeps circling back to me like a curse I can't shake, a whisper in my head that refuses to fade. I try to justify it. Tell myself that I just need closure and that I need to make sure she's alive, and also to confirm if my rejection hasn't completely ruined her life. But deep down, I know that's a lie. This wasn't about making sure of these things, but to bring her back and the fact that, despite everything, my rejection and all, I now want her more than ever. I don't know why it took me this long to think about her. Fabian stirs inside me, his presence stronger than it has been in months. "You're finally using that brain of yours, huh?" he muses, his voice filled with amusement. I rub my temple. "Not now, Fabian. I need your suppor
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