THIRD POV
Helen didn’t knock.
The guest house door simply opened with a soft click, as though whoever stood on the other side already had the right to walk in.
And she did.
Roman was sitting near the edge of the room when it happened, elbows resting loosely on his knees. He wasn’t sleeping—not really. More like existing in a state where rest didn’t quite reach him yet.
The sound of the door made him straighten instantly.
His instincts reacted before his mind did.
A presence entered the space with quiet certainty.
For a split second, Roman thought it was another guard coming to check on him again. The Blood Crescent warriors had been careful but constant—watching without speaking too much, like they weren’t sure whether he was a prisoner or something worse.
But then he saw her.
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