Lucian
Darian and I dropped Mara off at the mansion and made our way to base. She didn’t look back. Not once. Her shoulders stayed squared, her gaze steady. It was unlike her, eerily so. Normally, I’d have to reassure her, maybe promise twice over that I’d come back in one piece before she’d let me go.
But this time? Nothing.
Maybe my return from Mistwood had changed something. Maybe she finally believed I was as unbreakable as I pretended to be. Or maybe it was the quiet confidence of knowing we had the upper hand this time.
“Mara didn’t flinch,” Darian said, breaking the silence.
I smirked. “Reading my mind again?”
He shrugged. “She’s getting stronger.”
“Or tired of worrying,” I muttered, half to myself.
Then I glanced over. “Did you tell Tiff you were coming on this mission?”
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