Madeline’s POV Nervousness wasn’t even the right word anymore.What I was feeling surpassed anxiety—it was like standing in the centre of a battlefield, a thousand invisible blades hovering in the air, all pointed at me, ready to strike the moment I exhaled. I just fought eight Rogues in the woods without flinching, but now, sitting in Keiran’s office, wrapped in one of his oversized shirts and staring into his cold, unreadable eyes, I felt small. Terrified. Like, I didn’t belong.The shirt hung off my body like a dress; the scent of him—cedarwood, smoke, and something uniquely his—was the only thing that grounded me. I focused on that smell, breathing it in slowly, because it kept me from falling apart completely. My wounds had begun to close, but the dried blood still stuck to my skin, making me itch. Dirt from my bare feet was smudged on the floor. Everything about me screamed out of place.And Keiran? He hadn’t moved.He stood in front of me, arms folded tightly across his ches
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